[Winnie doesn't flinch, her back straight and gaze resolutely ahead until the sounds of struggle and death cease behind her. She turns, the soft swish of silks and lace and doesn't look at the body.

Instead she focuses on Wangji, her smile small] Perhaps. But I don't know if I could have loved her, and it would have been far crueler to try and pretend for her.

But perhaps she felt a little loved before her final moments, and I hope it gives her some comfort. [She turns towards the exit, smoothing her skirts out a little.] Shall we walk a little? The night is still young, and I'd like to know what I've been missing.