When I was a child, I loved botany. I loved to read and dance and swim, and to craft things with my hands. I loved going to the markets on every planet I got the chance to visit, and attending festivals with the native people.

[ She used to be so carefree. Now, the lives of untold billions have been destroyed by the machines of war, and they weigh so heavily upon her. Why should she have the right to enjoy her life when so many have died? ]

These days, so much depends on me; the places where I once spent my time, and the people I spent it with, are all gone. I've been so focused on the war effort that it's rather overtaken my personality. I--I'm afraid you must find me dreadfully dull.