[Her smile is small, sharp, and bitter, a dagger to the ribs in the dark. Not directed at Ben, but not sheathed, either. She is still angry, uncomfortable, about all of this.]

I was an urchin. Then I was an assassin. Then a murderer. Then I thought I was to save the world, and I doomed it. Then I was an empress. Then I was part of a religion. Then I was all of those things, and then I died.

It's complicated. [Obviously.]