[A year is a long time, even longer when you shouldn't be alive. It's a cutting question and Ginia leans a bit on the countertop as she thinks. A year in Luceti. A year living, a year to make things right, to have another chance.

And even looking over the year, it felt like she'd wasted so much. Maybe she should have done more, maybe she should have done less. Maybe, maybe, maybe. A continuation in the usual story of her life.

Ginia nods. A few months ago, she would have left it that. Could have as it answered his question. Now, she pushes herself off the counter and lets her mask slip. Her smile fades and for the moment she's tired, but honest.]

/You know my background. You know my skills. You know I don't trust people, took forever to trust you./

[Ginia pauses, lowers her eyes as she tries to find her words again.]

/I wish I had been more honest with people. And I wish I had let people know how important they were before they were gone./