A great many things will be gifted to them. But this? This will never be theirs. Subjugation, destruction, enslavement, starvation, their livelihoods belittled and stripped from them, that will all be theirs, but this dazzling prosperity?

[ It's grit, desperate, listen, please, listen to her, please tell her that this isn't the future after all she bled for. ]

They will never see a breath of it. They will kill all that oppose them and call the graveyards peace, but the peace will be theirs.