That seems like a waste of regrets, doesn’t it? [Her lips quirk wryly at that, but she meets his gaze, her own steady, honest.] I’m only human. Sometimes, yes. I regret what some of what I’ve done. But I also know there’s nothing I can do to go back and change it. I can only work with now. Today. Tomorrow. So I make that count as much as I can. There are some debts I’ll never repay, some wrongs I’ll never be able to right. But that doesn’t mean I won’t try.