Sometimes I suspect we were all children before the war. Even if we were older. I was... ( She has to think for a moment. ) I was old enough to be an adult, before the war, but— I did not understand what it was to be adult, I don't think. Too soft.

( Her head tips slightly to the side. She had been too young to remember the Great War, as well, but she had heard about it. ) Threats can be ignored too easily. People afraid to take action about loud men and their loud voices. Let us hope it remains a matter of it not happening, and not a matter of yet.