( there's simply nothing left worth hiding, is all, obtuse as she can be about it at times. )

Would you believe me if I said I don't have much for one?

( likely not, considering the earlier skepticism. so let her clarify just a little. )

Not ones I see as an accomplishment in the way that I ought to hold my chin high over. Pride is usually required for one to deem their success as such. I had duties, there were things expected of me, and while I enjoyed aspects of what I did - it was simply something that needed to be done. I performed until my first death, and after that, it was much of the same. Never-ending tasks and now obligations.

( that in itself is information, though. sort of. )

But if you ask me what others might consider an accomplishment, there might be a few I could think of.