"It was a long time ago." And frankly, she'd have done anything to be a part of it. She would have taken that awful training, those long days of training, because it would have meant having one seventh of her father's attention, instead of none.

"And he died, so...it doesn't really matter anymore, anyway. Um - I'm glad the other guy was better for you?" Is this what she's supposed to do, she wonders, respond in equal measure?