[ There's something to be said for a discipline, principal, and dedication - things that Ana has never considered herself to be lacking - but this particular kind of devotion is something beyond her. She wouldn't have been able to leave young soldiers behind either, but she doesn't think she would have lasted hundreds of years as her comrades fell around her.

She thinks of Fareeha, tucked in among the rows of pods, in her own death-like sleep. She hasn't had the heart to go and look for the others. ]

That's a noble cause to dedicate one's life to. It can't all be gone while you're still alive, can it? Maybe there's a way for you to preserve what knowledge remains - if that path is the one you want to continue on.