[heh. . . at that, he gives a small smile. she's right. if all the problems in the world could be solved without bloodshed. . . well. that'd be an ideal world, wouldn't it? a utopia, just like in his novel]
It is.
[she closes her eyes, and he reaches out to her, resting his hand against her upper arm. a show of camaraderie]
But for my country. . . I do what I must.
. . . just as you do, for your world.
[still not the same. the scale is so totally different that he knows he cannot comprehend the horrors she has lived with. but if this gives her some sense of solace. . . even a tiny bit. . . then he'll be glad]
no subject
It is.
[she closes her eyes, and he reaches out to her, resting his hand against her upper arm. a show of camaraderie]
But for my country. . . I do what I must.
. . . just as you do, for your world.
[still not the same. the scale is so totally different that he knows he cannot comprehend the horrors she has lived with. but if this gives her some sense of solace. . . even a tiny bit. . . then he'll be glad]