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[ She hears the sigh. She sees the guilt he's carrying on his shoulder. Nina tugs him into an alley to get away from the hustle and bustle of the street. She wants to talk to him without worrying that the Second Army might have eyes on them. She hasn't let go of his hand. She looks up at him seriously. ]

You listen to me, and you listen to me good, min make. I have no regrets. None. I choose you, and I choose this.

[ She wants him to fully absorb what she's saying because she means it. Nina knows what she's walking away from. ]

And when we get in that boat, our life together starts and I think nothing sounds more beautiful than that.