‘Do you wish,’ she said falteringly, ‘do you constantly wish that you had done something else?’ ‘It’s just regret,’ I said. ‘Regret,’ she repeated absently. ‘You know how they have proof of life, in a kidnapping?’ ‘Not really.’ ‘When someone’s kidnapped, the negotiator wants proof that the kidnapped person is still alive. A phone call, or film. Proof of life.’ ‘Okay.’ ‘Regret is just proof of soul, Rannveig. If you didn’t feel it, you wouldn’t be the nice person you are,
