[ That... makes sense of her, she supposes, watching her pull up - near enough the same to her in height. The clinging to what they say. After such a war it must... be a great more preferable. She could understand it. It was hard to not want something stable after the chaos.

Why it had taken her so long to go to war at all. Why she had pleaded, for so long, in letters and lawyers and good intentions and her husband's memories for the right to protect her people. ]

Be that as it may. But remember, if I am but history to you, then take the lessons from the blood that was spilt, that I have spilt: the United India Company too was called honourable. They would preach enlightenment - [ oh how she has learned how the Cetagandan's favour that word. ] - and ever was it the excuse for their butchery.

[ It's a barely held contempt, but truth utterly as she knows it. But then, she has her own bias. If someone were to tell her that Zahal was a beast in men's clothes, she would happily believe that of him regardless of the truth, so much she loathes them. ]