[She loves an honest interest -- knows full well not to let it loosen one's tongue, of course, but she is smiling, a curve like a rusty knife.]

I won't know, will I? Until it is all over and done.

I did enjoy Berlin. Though that was when I was -- much younger. [And how that stings.] I would do it differently, now.

And I had a grander work in progress, before I was stolen away. Still barely a third through.

[A wistful sigh]

Perhaps it can be appreciated, for being unfinished.