[ it ought to be hard to cut out her heart, in many regards, but like any ruler that has done it for a great length she does it with ease now. A quartered of part of herself, compartmentalised, but old enough now that she no longer pretends it does not matter to her - only that she frames it that does not matter to anyone else. But he - he has proven his own truth, that he will not say it in grandness or misery, simply as it is and she must know what the fight in front of her is. For she will never belong to this nest, she knows always whom to who she belongs.
The fate of her home is no one else's burden but herself. After all, it was she who had failed to save them. ]
(In your future, does my homeland... Hindustan, India, whatever name it is called... Does she... ) [ she dreads the answer the answer she had been hovering on when she realised how far she sat out of time, out of place. ] (... does she have peace now, in your time, from the English? Did they drive them out? )
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The fate of her home is no one else's burden but herself. After all, it was she who had failed to save them. ]
(In your future, does my homeland... Hindustan, India, whatever name it is called... Does she... ) [ she dreads the answer the answer she had been hovering on when she realised how far she sat out of time, out of place. ] (... does she have peace now, in your time, from the English? Did they drive them out? )