[ Lumine momentarily averts her gaze from him when asked that question, eyes that have been accustomed to the darkness of the abyss flickering to the sky: bright and blue, a sky she has not seen for a very long time now. She can't tell if it's offensive or beautiful; maybe it's both.

Does she have regrets, he asks her. ]

Certain expectations do not permit me to indulge in regrets.

[ It would cost too much time and too many lives that she cannot afford. Even now, they're struggling against the world, and regretting the choices she's made would only discredit those struggles. ]

Regrets will not bring back the consequences of any mistakes I make.