I say nothing. Just watch her as she struggles with herself, finally sitting back on her heels. She tucks a lock of hair impatiently behind her ear. She stares at the ground, tears still making wet paths down her face. After a few moments she finally collapses back onto her butt and pulls her knees up, hugging them. She still refuses to look at me.
"No I don't know. The rebellion will go on without me, and without without him." She swallows hard, unable to say Gunther's name. I bite back the jealousy rising up to ruin this moment. This epiphany she's about to have. "But they were my family when I had no family. The rebellion took me in, cared for me, nourished me and encouraged me. Not just him, but all of them. They embraced me and I embraced them back. They are the people that sit o
