That could change. (She turns away from the mirror.) I thought I saw someone from my world recently.

Others could follow. I need to understand where I went wrong.

I razed a city to the ground. Tens of thousands perished. (And all for what? To kill Cersei?)

It started before then. That was...the final straw. (She doesn't understand where her morals became twisted.)

In part. (Her voice breaks; those words are hard to form.) If I couldn't have their love, I accepted their fear.

I regret everything. All of my dreams led me to a place that distrusted me immediately. So many expected me to be just like my father - mad and cruel. They used me to fight their enemies and paid no mind to those I lost. They then turned the man I loved against me, filling his head with doubts.

I had no one. I stopped eating, I stopped sleeping - I haven't done either well in Lunatia either. I had no choice; I had to carry on. Then, during that final battle, something snapped. I couldn't bear showing the soldiers who served the woman who murdered my son and beheaded my friend mercy.

So I didn't. I didn't show anyone mercy.

I would fly Drogon - my dragon - in the opposite direction. I would give us time to think.

(She could have returned to Dragonstone - that isn't far from King's Landing. Exhaustion would have ensured she slept truly for at least a night.)

...is it that simple?

I think "twisting myself into circles" is the least I can do with all of the blood on my hands.

(Metaphorically speaking.)

There is no justice. (For the dead, for her, for anyone.) We just survive.

Optimistic, aren't you? (But yes, that seems to be the truth.)

You should know what it's like to be loved.

Therein lies the problem.

(She has at least experienced that much.)