[ It's a fair point, but one she doesn't want to bring herself to concede to him — and not only because her regrets are her own, ones she isn't going to confess to or share with just anyone.

The only response he elicits immediately is a small press of lips from her, the shift of her gaze as she glances out to a distant point of the room, her tone softening to something more reflective. ]

Not everything can be undone. Or undone so easily.

[ Her voice, her eyes too, sharpen a little more once they return to him and her skepticism begins to filter through. ] Do you really think each and every single one of us here will get what we've asked for once all of these orbs are found? Or considered what kind of power exists that would be capable of making that happen?