[ The thing is, putting herself in someone else's shoes has always been difficult. She can only see through her eyes, her own spectrum, and what is right in front of her has always taken priority. Disabled in some ways, it had strengthened her in others. No one could do what she could do, as a result.

But now, the short-comings are becoming clearer. ]

My world is full of chaos and conflict as it is. Were we ready to receive such generosity I would not be concerned, but as they are now...

[ It could be something beautiful. She does appreciate the art the Cetagandans make of everything, even the cultivation of life. But not all would see it that way. They would fight, as they did in Rio de Janeiro. They would die.

And I would be responsible for opening that path. It's a chilling thought. ]