That was surely the saddest thing she could conceive. Being separated from the life you created because the choice was made by someone else. What could that even feel like? Like a vast part of yourself was missing surely, and so terribly tragic. She felt sorry for his pain, though not for him. He had no need and less use for her pity, but his strength to endure had her admiration. Should she ever find herself fin such a situation she would hope to endure it as well as he had.

"Rebellion is not kind to its leaders, often striking the spark means you have to burn your own path back. It's difficult even when you know it is the right thing to do." she understood that well enough and grasped one of his hands in a gesture of that shared understanding.

And then the cocoa arrived and with it a lightened mood. "I wish I could go home, but that isn't an option. I have some of it with me in my heart and memory. It is my reminder of why I keep fighting."