[It probably would be of no comfort to him to know that Frieda, too, has far too much time to dwell on how pathetic she is as she wanders the nightly desert. She reflects on her inability to free her people as she'd vowed to her father at 15, on how they had to be kept away from the rest of the world, for the wider humanity's sake. If she knew of Daniil's experiences, they might commiserate about the pain of, in the broadest sense, having to contain a plague respectively curse.
Did she do the right thing? Or did she spent the last 3 years of her life as nothing but a pawn to her ancestor's will? The moon and stars, moving too fast over the sky above with their cold light, have no answers for her, nor does the burning sun when it rises again to bear down on her. She tries to orient herself by the heavenly bodies' position, and Daniil will see notes about landmarks she passes by appear in his book - ultimately, ones he may recognise from the vicinity of the oasis. She's made it back.]
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Did she do the right thing? Or did she spent the last 3 years of her life as nothing but a pawn to her ancestor's will? The moon and stars, moving too fast over the sky above with their cold light, have no answers for her, nor does the burning sun when it rises again to bear down on her. She tries to orient herself by the heavenly bodies' position, and Daniil will see notes about landmarks she passes by appear in his book - ultimately, ones he may recognise from the vicinity of the oasis. She's made it back.]