You don't understand, do you? She's already begun to forget. There's a way she-- you wouldn't know. When she first took me in, she did it for my father. There were always stories. She'd smile and laugh when she told me about him. Really smile and laugh. We'd look over the old maps and she'd show me Corsica and Mombasa and Lake Victoria. She'd point out everywhere she'd gone with him and tell me we'd go there someday, too.

But now? Now she tells me about the moon and how she couldn't get him to come to her there. She tells me about how Father wouldn't go because he didn't think he was strong even if she did. She talks about how she understands Father now since she doesn't think she's as strong as I think. Well, I don't understand. I don't understand why you have to be here. I don't understand why she keeps leaving to help you out. She's just making herself weaker. You're a burden.

[Just like me. And she can't carry both of us. You have to go. Just go...

She knows she's being selfish but she's also barely ten. What else can one expect? Her grandfather had raised her in the ways of war. She had been made to learn terrible things about life and death from an early age. Ever since her real mother died, she hadn't known true love. She barely remembers Leia now. All she had was Lady. And she was losing that, too. Losing her the same way she had lost all the soldiers who had practically worshipped her. They were all so quick to betray her when her grandfather died. If Lady hadn't stepped in, she has no doubt about what her fate would have been. What would she do when she lost her new mother's protection because of this man? It's just not fair.]