Her expression shifted then, something heavy flickering behind the controlled facade of command.
"The only pain I truly know is that of orphans. Of children who become fatherless and motherless constantly due to wars they had no part in starting. Children who wake up one day to find their entire world changed because someone, somewhere, decided that violence was the answer to a question they didn't even understand."
She stood then, not in aggression but in emphasis, moving to the wall that showed a vista of a battlefield frozen in time…ships torn apart, worlds burning, the debris of lives scattered across the cosmic void.
