"Do you not regret?" asked a voice in the darkness.
"I lament," answered Afena. "I lament more than I want to. More than I care to. But I do not regret. If I regretted, it would mean I am ashamed of myself, of my actions, of my choices, and I do not regret."
"Why?"
"No matter what path you choose, there will always be things to regret if you look for them."
The body of her father reappeared before her.
"Dad." She chocked. "Dad, I miss--"
The body disappeared, and she was right in front of the door that gave access to her mother's room. It was made of wooden planks, bound by an iron band. She pushed it open, knowing that though closed, it would never be locked. The door crashed against the wall, and Afena stormed into the room.
Kurena Inarenta was sitting silently in an armchair before the fireplace of her room, but she started at the sound of the door, and stood in alarm to face whoever came to confront her.