She stares at a point somewhere beyond Wash for a time, the wind stirring the robes she's fitted around herself, save where they pull tight from the secure cross of her arms. She watches it pass over the fields in rippling waves, almost lulling in the way it sways.

"I remember what it was like before Vishkar came. They made things better. We lived in squalor and ruin and they gave us everything. I don't understand."

It's all she wanted for them. All she ever wanted for them. But if Cetaganda will do nothing but bring more war and chaos in their wake, if Vishkar's expansion would do the same...