It was a war Rinoa had thrown herself into. Nida's own parents had been casualties of it. Zone and Watts' too, from what Nida understood. So the girl had given herself to probable death. There was a good chance that, if caught, even her father's name wouldn't protect her. But she had been brave, that much was clear. Brave and maybe naive, but with all of that she had won something Nida had always hoped for. Freedom for Timber.

"Each person suffers in the same manner that we come into the world. Surrounded by people, but ultimately alone."

Oh dear, someone was bitter tonight, wasn't he?

"I'm... sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Balls bring up memories that are bitter sweet. But you deserve some joy at this one."