"I suppose." She sighed. "Still, it doesn't matter. If he did want me around, well... yes, so maybe being a homunculus would not be anyone's first choice, but let's see."
She held up one hand as if holding something, weighing and measuring it. "Here we have the hassle of getting an alchemist to bring me back, and the maybe not quite ideal immortality, but at least I'd have William again." She looked to her other hand, held in the same fashion. "And over here we have a mortal existence without much of anything left to really live for. What, meet someone else? He wouldn't be William. Have children again? How could I replace my girls?"
Delilah looked back and forth, hands alternating up and down as if settling on a scale. "Such a difficult decision," she said, her tone bone-dry.