I'm not planning on hiding...You misunderstand. I was born up north, nearer the lights. It seems poetic, then, to return there and take it all for my own. I'm not going back for hermitage...I'm returning home to conquer.

[She shivers, a bit, at his breath. What he's offering here is...unique, she's aware. And a better deal than she'd ever get again. She knows, full well, she should say yes.

She doesn't even hesitate, when she answers.]

No. No...I don't regret any of this. And if you'll be the death of me, I'll go to the grave without any regrets.