Your family didn't destroy thousands of civilian lives in your own territory to politically bury a brother.
Family didn't use the crystallized essence of a brother's woman as a negotiating instrument. Family didn't look at a niece as a tool from across a ceremonial hall with the filthy look of someone who believed they had already won because they had bought enough pressure and threatened enough targets.
She stopped herself from the rage before the thought moved to her father.
Interrupted one problem but by something that will take you somewhere you cannot go right now. If she let her mind go where it wanted to go, she wouldn't be able to keep the face she had to keep in this hall.
Her father was crystallized somewhere outside, in a place nobody had told her precisely, having tried to obtain the third nucleus to open the door that might have given back at least the other part of her mother that was missing.
