[Mira, conversely, leans into the table. She crosses her arms on the counter top and cradles her head into the gap of the arms, still looking at Percival.]

Percival, all existence is pointless when you boil it down. We as people try to create a purpose for ourselves, so that we can justify being alive. I was dealt a bad hand from the start, and I created what I could out of it. I don't regret my life... I don't think I know what "regret" even is.