[More of herself. Isn't what she is in this moment, in this breath, enough? Is there such a thing? Has she ever been enough? These are equally heavy thoughts. The kinds that she drowns in when she is left to her own devices. The kinds that inevitably come up when Zidane attempts to remind her that she is, in fact, more than just 'general.'

She hears so much of Zidane's logic in Eustace. Not just Zidane either. Dohalim's a little in there as well. And... Dohalim. For just the moment, her expression tightens. A subtle pulling of her mouth. Perhaps no more or less serious than normal, but a tiny darker. Merely a tint before she clears her throat in an attempt to seem less awkward. This, in her opinion, only makes her more so, however.]

I feel it would be in error to live a life that is not truly mine. If I were to somehow grow accustomed to this freedom, I do not think that is wise. True, that I do not know how long I shall be here, what kind of woman I shall be when I leave, or what—if anything—I will take with myself when that happens.

[Her gaze moves from him and onto Iris with some consideration.]

I am dedicated to my charge and to my purpose. I do not think there needs to be anything more about me. That ought to be enough to speak of my character and of my capabilities as an individual.