[ her smile softens into something more sympathetic, because there's immense understanding in that, in the gradual decline, the struggle in wondering if things ever seemingly get better. she'd fought to improve the state of her country, only to be the indirect cause of its destruction. she'd lost her brother too, and the world only saw her as a threat, as a monster, capable of nothing but damage.

some days she wonders if they're right.

but she diverts her eyes to follow the woman's gaze, peering over the other riders with a tired sigh. ] I've seen people shamed, put into some of the worst conditions, made to lose everything, but this — this is truly a play on humanity. It's like they don't even treat them like that's what they are.