[ It's strange, how hearing uncertainty from someone else makes her feel softened, as if her own is welcome and understandable - she's been fighting for so long that she's not sure if she can wrap her mind around the end goal of the court she's found herself in. What would happen if they won? Would it really be worth it, in the end, and can she allow herself that?

All she can do right now is fight to protect those she loves, as always. ]

I've been here for so long - I'm not sure I'll ever be comfortable, ever fully understand everything that we're asked to do and all the things that happen, no matter how much I want to.

[ Which feels like failure, another thing for her to loathe, but all the same. ]

We have our friends, our allies, our - our relationships. No matter how uncertain we are about the world we'll always have that.