[ there's no sharpness, no accusation — just quiet wryness of someone who's thought it to herself countless of times, and still finds it ringing hollow. ]
That's what regrets are — choices we made that we thought to be the only option at the time, and just didn't know better. [ then, with a small smile at him, ] What you did made my regret useless, though. Mom's out of the camps, now, and Father is no longer running everything.
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[ there's no sharpness, no accusation — just quiet wryness of someone who's thought it to herself countless of times, and still finds it ringing hollow. ]
That's what regrets are — choices we made that we thought to be the only option at the time, and just didn't know better. [ then, with a small smile at him, ] What you did made my regret useless, though. Mom's out of the camps, now, and Father is no longer running everything.