You think you know what I am, she thought, but all you’ve got is stories. - James S. A. Corey

She’d ended with I’ll do whatever I can, but you might have to make do with being avenged.

It’d be a better world if there was always at least one right answer instead of a basket of fucked.

She had to remind herself that war was always this way. Had always been. Cities had been falling under siege since the time there were cities. Mortars had fallen on schools. Soldiers had stormed hospitals. Bombs had set churches and parks and children on fire. Homes had been lost before now.