[He smiles thinly. Her silence would have made a lesser man uneasy - instead he is quiet himself for a few moments, considering, before he speaks up, his voice soft and perhaps threaded with amusement.]
[The smile on his lips doesn't flicker, and it doesn't fade. His voice still has that casual, nonchalant lilt. And yet the prince seems different somehow, a little more wan and a little more distant.
Does he regret? Difficult to say. Is he ever wracked by guilt? No. But does he sometimes wish things could have been different? Well...]
Regrets are generally pointless folly, my lady witch.
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You recall such times as those, don't you?
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I don't. Any recollection I have is too vague to be considered a memory.
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[The smile on his lips doesn't flicker, and it doesn't fade. His voice still has that casual, nonchalant lilt. And yet the prince seems different somehow, a little more wan and a little more distant.
Does he regret? Difficult to say. Is he ever wracked by guilt? No. But does he sometimes wish things could have been different? Well...]
Regrets are generally pointless folly, my lady witch.
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