Oh come on, I was a shithead that suddenly decided it was a good idea to try and fix shit. Nothin' noble 'bout it.

[Besides. It... didn't work and it didn't come down to anything she really did, when she thinks about it. She'd died. Everyone had died. Or, well, almost everyone.

For the longest moment she remains silent, watching the leavanny try and grab at her finger with both weird leafy blade hands and then giving up to go with strings instead.]

Sure wasn't good enough to save everyone, was I. [If she even hears that, the words soft and barely above a whisper. What good had it really done, in the end?]