Sonia's face hardens angrily, though her eyes glimmer with the hint of tears.
"Don't you talk to me about burying children. This is a military installation. Just scientists and soldiers. And that doesn't -- it doesn't make them any less people, I know that, and I take no pleasure in any tragedy, and I don't delight in anyone's suffering. But I've buried children with my own hands. Children who died of the same disease, who didn't stand a chance at all because the Cetagandans wouldn't have brought them medicine even if they'd begged for it. I've buried children who starved or froze to death because the Cetagandans care only for themselves. I'm not happy people died here. I don't like seeing anyone die at all. But if you want to pay your respects to the children -- " Sonia's hand thumb jerks over her shoulder, in vague gesture toward the camp, the village. "They're up there, in the mountains, where the Cetagandans left them to die."
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"Don't you talk to me about burying children. This is a military installation. Just scientists and soldiers. And that doesn't -- it doesn't make them any less people, I know that, and I take no pleasure in any tragedy, and I don't delight in anyone's suffering. But I've buried children with my own hands. Children who died of the same disease, who didn't stand a chance at all because the Cetagandans wouldn't have brought them medicine even if they'd begged for it. I've buried children who starved or froze to death because the Cetagandans care only for themselves. I'm not happy people died here. I don't like seeing anyone die at all. But if you want to pay your respects to the children -- " Sonia's hand thumb jerks over her shoulder, in vague gesture toward the camp, the village. "They're up there, in the mountains, where the Cetagandans left them to die."