"Have you ever had reason to regret your past? Do you know where you are now? Do you have plans for where you are going?"
Wintergreen considered. "I regretted being born my father's son. Such a regret is as useless as most regrets can be, and I moved past it, becoming more." He looked out the window, seeing the rain and remembering other times it had rained. Such as when he came home to see his younger son buried. "I've regretted not knowing Abigail's children better as they were growing up. I regretted it bitterly when I learned Edward died following in my footsteps."
The therapist wrote down a note; that would be an avenue to explore later.
"As for where I am now, I have enough means to be fancifully idle. Yet I am not. Aid and activism in Africa is dangerous enough to keep me feeling stimulated and useful. It's allowed me to grow even closer to Abigail's daughter."
"And that is your plan for the future? To use the extraordinary chance you've been giving sorting out the problems of a continent that has been mired in them for centuries?"
The deliberate scoffing tone only made the man listening smirk. "Young lady, if that's not enough of a future for the moment, I have no idea what might be."
Fandom: DC Comics
Patient: Wintergreen
Word Count: 221
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