[ Psyche closes her eyes again for a moment, although she hardly needs to in order to recall Waltaquin's memory with almost painful, vivid clarity. ]

I'm sorry. That he wasn't a better father to you. I know there's no point regretting it, and no way to go back. It's just... unfair.

[ Like for Medea. And maybe it sounds trivial or childish to complain about fairness, but it's still true. Medea deserved better, and so did Waltaquin. She lets out a slow, thoughtful sigh. ]

Even if I only had healing, it's still... something strange and unnatural, in my world. People are afraid of things they can't understand, aren't they? I'm not sure if I could blame anyone for that. If someone saw me heal after being stabbed in the heart, it would be normal for them to think that I'm a monster, wouldn't it? Maybe it amounts to the same thing.