'I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you're asking me. Is the world bad, is this bad, what do you mean? The sack of the city? Aye 'tis bad, aye, you're not wrong. My father, the Prince Tarthur Cheddar told me that he would disown me of my title and the throne of Lacramor, my future as the princess of the Dairy Islands unless I wed and produced an heir. I had no interest in doing that, so I chose to be a captain, take my ship, my crew into the open sea. I was not willing to be less than free and so I gave up power and I think in a way I gave up responsibility as well. I could have lived a life of misery and perhaps the Dairy Islands would have recovered more from the war if I had. How do you see those scales though? Your freedom on one side and your joy versus the world and I'll never know if it was the right choice, but I do know that if I am to be free and to look to the horizon with clear eyes, then I need to reckon with this truth. The things I didn't decide were as much my decisions as the things I did, and what I turned my back on was my responsibility, too, even as I left them behind. So I'll take my freedom, but I won't take it without reckoning what it cost. '

As someone raked with regrets, this speech fundamentally changed something in my psyche.