The door fades away, and the man shudders, slightly, as the air currents hit him for the first time in centuries. Slowly, he rises to his feet, having to lean on the walls for support. "Regret it? Yes. I didn't, for a long time. I only regretted getting caught. But I've had the memories of all those I let die, all those I should have been fighting to save, haunting me for so, so long. I know where I am going when I die, and this has been the lesser of the two punishments. But... maybe I can make amends, for a few of those ghosts."