"Not as much as you seem to think. Forbidden powers, or left in old hell with the other detested scum. This's probably a better place to hang my head than the underside of my bridge," she started to say, though her eyes hardened. "Though it's my bridge, damnit, so nobody better get any ideas while I'm gone."

She snorted and chuckled a little. Nobody would. They knew better than to take that way from her. Besides, who really wanted to be the princess of a bridge in hell, honestly? "I envy that you still have hope, even if it's for me. I'll pass on it. I prefer certainties, but I remember what it felt like." Centuries gone by, but she remembered. It was part of the torture of what she'd made herself, even if she couldn't actually remember anyone's name from back then.

She looked off and sighed, managing a little smile. "I'm not going to stop you, just so you know, if you keep trying to cheer me up. But just don't say I didn't tell you so when it blows up in your face."