[ She considers that, seriously. It takes several long moments. ]

I can't undo what was done, on my home world there is no mechanism for it. If I could... it would mean consequences that I can't accept. I don't like what I did, or how, and I will never feel good about it, but I don't regret it either. Those acts were set into motion by someone else, if I didn't exist then it wouldn't change what he caused.

So what is left? Selfish comfort. For whatever reason, or many reasons, I do that by seeking out others. For friendship, fighting, touch, sex. I help them with their troubles and they help me with mine.

--All that changes nothing. I know it. But it's what there is.