[Frieda doesn't know whether she should feel comforted or disillusioned to have it reconfirmed that there's no such thing as a paradise. Her ancestor's dream was impossible from the start, wasn't it? The Walls were never a perfect place - far from it.]
I thought myself part of that small number, but apparently not.
[Granted, she doesn't know how she died anymore... her last memories are of being with her family. What happened? Did she fall down the stairs? Did somebody assassinate her? But no, that can't be - nobody knew that hers was the true royal family. She shakes her head at herself. She shouldn't dwell on this.]
Regardless of how we feel about it, that seems to be what we share in common.
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I thought myself part of that small number, but apparently not.
[Granted, she doesn't know how she died anymore... her last memories are of being with her family. What happened? Did she fall down the stairs? Did somebody assassinate her? But no, that can't be - nobody knew that hers was the true royal family. She shakes her head at herself. She shouldn't dwell on this.]
Regardless of how we feel about it, that seems to be what we share in common.