[Sieglinde has heard various thoughts on the nature of such tales. Whether they inspired others, or whether they discouraged them. Every listener was different, so she could hardly claim that one was definitely the answer over the other... and her field was science, not stories.]

... I suppose that is one way of thinking about it.

[As odd as it seems to her, to wish nothing ever told of this day, that was so hard and long and costly...]

It does seem like he got what he deserved already.

[She looks up to him as subtly as she can, trying to pick out the signs because she's not sure she should ask directly.]

... or so I heard.