I say nothing. Just watch her as she struggles with herself, finally sitting back on her heels. She tucks a lock of hair impatiently behind her ear. She stares at the ground, tears still making wet paths down her face. After a few moments she finally collapses back onto her butt and pulls her knees up, hugging them. She still refuses to look at me.

"No I don't know. The rebellion will go on without me, and without without him." She swallows hard, unable to say ...