[ It's supposed to be comforting, perhaps, to know that, because it's all gone, it no longer weighs anything. Then why does it bear down on her chest so much? ]

It's... all gone.

[ She repeats his words for lack of anything else to say in her crowding mind, focused on keeping her voice steady. There's no relief in them, just an attempt at acceptance. The floor between them serves as her focal point. ]

It's all gone, and the war is over. But nothing remains.

[ It's potent. She continues to reel her thoughts out, voicing them as they come. ]

Almost as though... because there is no one left to fight against, a state of peace has been established by default. But what value does such a peace have if there is no one left to thrive in it?

[ But she shouldn't be concerned, because there is nothing left to be concerned about. How can she help dropping all the care she cradled in her heart since she was young for her people? It doesn't come easily for her. ]

Ah... Forgive me. This is all still very new to me. I'm simply trying to figure out how I should feel. Feelings toward something that no longer exists... [ At this, her eyes moisten. She maintains composure. however. ] I know it's senseless, that it shouldn't matter, and yet... I can't help but feel them.