she asks you, “have your regrets 
begun?”
& you, you, you; you say:
“no,” because it is what she expects of
you.
“they won’t, because i don’t regret what i did, what i’ll do, what i’ll have done and have did for whatever you want from me,” because it is what she expects of
you.
“you have taught me that regret is useless when i am guided by fate. you have taught me that to mourn or to grieve would be improper of me, someone granted with so much of your power that i should only be appreciative,“ because it is what she expects of
you.
she nods, satisfied with who you’ve adopted and killed for her, and
you
say, “thank 
you,”
regretting it all.