[She gives a solemn nod, her own gaze moving to rest on the floor, rather than remaining fixed on him. She's well-acquainted with Emet-Selch's grief— and though they had been opposed, she has never quite been able to think of him as her foe. It was unfortunate circumstance that brought them blows, but the shadow of his grief has stayed with her in the time since his passing.]

Ours is a complicated friendship, at best.

[Was, she supposes, but it doesn't feel as though it exists solely in the past, especially not here. After everything, it feels strange, to look at him and have him not recognize her.]

Longing...

[She echoes him, but her tone implies that she's hardly surprised to hear him use such a word.]

I said earlier that I have few regrets, but that things could not have played out differently is certainly among them.