You do not "for a moment" believe I would choose a new world, shaped by my hands, where I may seek what joy I will, over one where such fools as this [He casts a pointed glance at Abel, who continues to speak nonsense. What value can Himeka possibly see in him?] may thrive?

[It is, of course, more complicated than that, but simultaneously not. There is no place for him in the Pleroma, much as the prospect of the two of them fighting side by side again sparks something he doesn't really have the vocabulary to unpack; the Regent, at least, seems to think a little like him (his feelings about that another confusing tangle)]

Even were that true, what then? Are the two of us to embrace, let bygones be bygones?

[Surely she sees how absurd that would be?]