[ sonia pouts at first, then sighs, going fast-penta limp in her chair, the vague, vapid smile back in place. ]

Oh, I don't know. I know they only do it to protect me. And I don't even like all the business of war... But she does it to keep me safe. So that I don't have to change the way she's had. And she's changed a lot... [ she trails off this tangent, and then her glazed expression turns doleful, and she actually looks at byerly. ] But I wish they had told me about this one. It didn't even matter in the end anyway, did it?