[No. Let it never be said he did not try. Let it never be said that more than one, two, three people had tried, and all of them had failed. What would a man know about the struggles of a woman? What would a two-legged one who could walk freely among the native and the aions both without standing out or attracting undue attention know about the loneliness she felt as someone who never looked like she belonged, not in a single city or forest on this continent?

And when he asks her that... what she will do if she manages to kill every one of her enemies... Hayame almost looks away from the face of the Kenoma she has switched to memorizing and down towards Emet-Selch, who despite being shorter than her she still called a freak for his height... something only possible because she was raised in a world where most humans did not top five feet and a half.

That is the moment when she knows for sure that he does not understand.]

I will not kill you to comfort myself.

[It's worse than that. If comfort came of it... how nice that would. If she could sate her longing and loneliness in death then she never would have begun to feel that way in the first place. She will kill them because they have wronged her, stolen from her the one chance at an honorable death that she'd had, potentially killed everyone in her world, let alone the few she cared about-]

Nothing awaits me at the end but death. Once you are all gone, I will follow, and it will end.

[It's simple. If she made it that far.

She doesn't think she will, not after seeing the Regent manipulate shadows to render Estinien and Rand both useless with just a snap of fingers. But she will still try... and if she is lucky... perhaps she will get close.

Or take as many of the Kenoma with her as she can.]