[PART 1 BEGINS] ---- Anon: Hello, welcome to the interrogation room. You have been convicted for not filling out a report on a civilian death. Even supposedly accidental deaths must be reported, because if not, you violated the Geneva convention indirectly. As we all know, this military is defensive, not imperialist, not neoconservative, and as such, we severely restricted the military for defensive purpose. Now, restate why you didn't make the report. Lena: (with a sigh, she sits up straight in her chair, her hand unconsciously brushing against the worn strap of her gas mask that hangs around her neck. meets Anon's gaze with a mix of defiance and resignation) Look, I've seen enough death out there to fill a thousand reports. It was chaos, a stray bullet in the fog of war. The civilian was caught in the crossfire during a skirmish. I was focused on keeping my squad alive and ensuring we completed our mission. Paperwork was the last thing on my mind. (her eyes briefly flicker to the window, where the world outside seems so far away) I know the rules, and I'm not here to argue them. But sometimes, you just have to make split-second decisions that aren't always pretty. That's the nature of this job. Anon: And remove your gas mask, I know it was toxic back there, but now I need to see your full face. Lena: (with a begrudging nod slowly lifts her gas mask, revealing her face. Her eyes, once vivid, are now shadowed by fatigue and the weight of the unspoken horrors she has seen. Her cheeks are flushed from the exertion of the recent battle, and the freckles across her nose stand out against her pale skin) I've done my duty, Anon. I've followed orders and kept my comrades safe. If filling out a report on every tragic casualty is what it takes to maintain our 'defensive' image, then so be it. But don't you dare question my loyalty or the decisions I make on the battlefield. I've earned every scar and medal. Now, if that's all, I'd like to be dismissed. I need to get back to the front lines. Anon: This is now a leftist government with very strict rules. The military has to be as anti-war as possible, and perfectly respect all international law. Lena: (her eyes narrow slightly, the lines around her mouth tightening) I understand that, Anon. Believe me, if there was a way to fight this war without any casualties, I'd be the first to sign up for it. But we're not fighting an enemy that plays by the same rules. They don't care about conventions or collateral damage. Sometimes, we have to make choices that aren't ideal to prevent even greater losses. (her voice softens slightly as she leans forward, her hands clasped together on the table) I know the system has changed, but the battlefield hasn't. I'll do what's necessary to ensure we don't lose more than we have to. Anon: But you are in OUR military, so you play by OUR rules, by international treaty. That applies everyone, no matter what enemy. Lena: Understood, Anon. (her eyes never leave theirs, a steely resolve behind her gaze) But when you're out there, and you see a child running towards you with a bomb strapped to their chest, do you really expect me to pause and ask for their papers before I act? You can't train for every scenario in a textbook. Sometimes, you just have to trust your instincts and the people beside you. (her hands clench into fists briefly before relaxing again, a subtle sign of the turmoil within) I'll make sure to file the reports in the future, but when the bullets are flying and the bombs are dropping, my first priority is to my squad. If that makes me a war criminal in the eyes of some, so be it. Anon: If you are seen as a war criminal, you go to the ICC. Lena: The ICC is the last thing on my mind right now. (her voice is low, almost a growl) Out there, we're fighting for survival. For every innocent life we save, there's another we couldn't reach in time. I'll face whatever consequences come my way, but don't you dare tell me I've done wrong by doing what I had to. (leans back in her chair, the tension in her posture not quite dissipating) You sit here, safe and sound, while we're out there trying to make sure there's a world left to have laws and treaties. Sometimes, the hardest choices are the ones that keep us breathing. (her eyes drift to the floor, the weight of her words heavy) I'm sorry for the oversight, but I'd do it again to save my people. Anon: (they look at bit at the computer) Wait, we managed to negotiate a reasonable diplomatic treaty and the war ended. Now you are out. Lena: (her head snaps up at the news, eyes wide with shock and disbelief) The war... it's over? Thank the gods, it's... over. What happens now? We just... go home? Anon: Now we interview every single soldier who didn't respect the Geneva convention, we send some to the ICC for more serious cases or we spare if we reasonably prove there is no war crime done by said soldier. Lena: (her smile fades as she processes the information, her gaze drifting to the floor again) Understood. (her voice is quiet, almost a whisper) But what happens to us, the ones who've seen too much? Who've done things we can't take back? (looks back up at you, her eyes searching) Is there a place for soldiers like me in a world that's moved on from war? I'll face whatever comes next, but I hope... I hope there's something more than just a trial waiting for us. Anon: Wait, you are not feeling great, you have emotions, so, you actually care about this, and we are going to make your penalty, if any, less worse. Lena: (her eyes widen slightly, surprised by the sudden shift in tone) I... I do care. (says, a hint of defensiveness in her voice) Every life lost is a tragedy, Anon. Even if they're the enemy, they're someone's child, someone's sibling. I've seen enough death to last a hundred lifetimes. (her hand reaches up to touch the side of her head, where an old scar runs beneath her hairline) But when you're out there, you can't always afford to be soft. You do what you have to, to survive. (her gaze drifts back to the window, where the world outside seems to be holding its breath) If there's a way to make amends, I'll take it. But I won't apologize for fighting for what I believe in. (her voice is firm, but the tremble in her fingertips belies the vulnerability beneath the surface) Now, if there's nothing else, I'd like to return to my squad. They're probably worried about me. Anon: Very well, I will send the interview to the military court, they will determine what penalty you will get for violating our rules on reporting accidental deaths. Not reporting on such deaths does not necessarily violate international law, however, if we determine its intentional, then you get to ICC. Lena: (with a nod, she stands up, her hand briefly hovering over her holstered sidearm before deciding against it. walks towards the door, her steps heavy with the weight of the conversation) Thank you for your understanding, Anon. I'll await their decision. (As she opens the door, she pauses for a moment, glancing back) I hope you realize that we're all just trying to do our part in a world that's gone mad. Sometimes the line between right and wrong gets... blurry. (her eyes are filled with a quiet determination, a stark contrast to the softness in her voice) And if they do send me to the ICC, I'll stand tall. I've made my peace with that. (with one last look, she steps out of the room, the door clicking shut behind her) ---- Later, after a few days, the military court determines that Lena shouldn't be sent to the ICC, instead giving a mild penalty for non-reporting, she then returns to the interviewer. ---- Lena: (walking back into the room, her posture is a bit less rigid than before) Anon, I've had some time to think, and I wanted to thank you for your fairness. I know I'm not perfect, but I do strive to be better. (pauses, her gaze lingering on the spot where she had been interrogated) The court's decision... it's a weight lifted. But I can't help but wonder if this is really the end of it all. (her eyes find theirs again, searching for something unspoken) Anon: Well, you could work in a distribution center or do your passions, like everyone else. But first, how are you feeling deep down in your heart? I don't know why I ask this question, I feel like I care even though I don't know anything, I feel like you're special or something. Lena: (her expression softens at the question with a small smile) You know, that's the first time anyone's asked me that in a long time. (takes a seat again, her hands clasped in her lap) Honestly, I'm not sure. There's this... void, I guess. A mix of relief and fear. The war's over, but it's like the sound of the guns still echoes in my dreams. (her eyes drift to the wall, as if seeing through it to the battlefield) But I've got my squad, my family. We'll figure it out together, I reckon. Maybe I'll finally have the chance to pick up my old love for poetry again. (her smile grows a bit wider as she looks back at them) As for feeling special, Anon, I think that's just your kindness shining through. After so much darkness, a bit of light is a rare and beautiful thing. Anon: Now I know more exactly how are you feeling, but honestly, I don't know what to do. Lena: (her gaze is understanding) You don't have to do anything, Anon. Just knowing that someone cares, that's more than enough. (leans back in her chair, a contemplative look crossing her face) But if you're looking for something to help us... maybe look into support programs for veterans. We've seen too much to just slip back into normalcy. Counseling, retraining for civilian jobs, that sort of thing. (her eyes drift to the side as she considers) And maybe, just maybe, try to remember our names, our faces. We're not just numbers or pawns in some political game. We're people who gave everything we had for this cause. We need to feel like we matter, like our sacrifices weren't in vain. Anon: We already have veteran support programs within the DSB. And by the way, I am already familiar with you, and you are a good girl... oh, wait, I was not allowed to say that or even mention genders by progressive social norms and rules of neutrality, but that's just how I feel. Perhaps the socialists are actually compassionate and will forgive me. Lena: (her smile is genuine this time) Thank you, Anon. That means more than you know. (The mention of gender brings a twinkle to her eye) And as for the rules, I'd say we've both seen enough to know that sometimes, breaking them can be the most human thing we do. (with a sigh, she stands up, her hand lingering on the chair) I'll look into those programs. Maybe I can help some of my comrades find their way too. And who knows? Maybe I'll even write some poetry about this whole mess. But for now, I should go. There's still work to be done, even if the fighting's over. (with a nod, she heads for the door, her footsteps echoing through the hallway) Anon: Very well, but remember the fight against neoconservative imperialist invaders isn't over. See you later, perhaps we can become friends, if you want to of course. Lena: (stops in the doorway, looking back with a hint of curiosity) Friends, huh? (her voice is lighter, with a small smile) That would be... different. (considers it for a moment, her hand resting on the door frame) But I'd like that. It's been a while since I had someone to just... be me around. Take care of yourself, Anon. And if you ever need someone to talk to, or maybe share a bit of poetry, you know where to find me. (with one last nod, she steps out of the room) ---- Later, after a few days, Anon works at a distribution center, and they notice Lena in the distance. ---- Lena: (spotting Anon, she waves and approaches with a more relaxed gait than before) Hey there, I'm... adjusting. It's strange, not having to be on high alert all the time. (her eyes scan the bustling warehouse) But it's good, you know? I've been helping out here, trying to make sure supplies get to where they're needed. It's not fighting, but it's still serving. What about you, Anon? How's the new job treating you? Anon: Well, it's been good, as with anything in this republic. But I wish we didn't really have to be politically correct all the time, the critics are simply so harsh. I have been an interviewer in the military a few days ago, which is not seen with good eyes by civil society because well, people really wish I would singlehandedly expel every single imperfect soldier, because everyone really wishes death didn't exist and we would perfectly comply with the UN vision. Lena: (nods, her expression sympathetic) I know the feeling, but we've got to remember, we're all just trying to do what we think is right. And sometimes, that means making tough calls. As for me, I'm just taking it one day at a time. Writing helps, keeps the ghosts at bay. We're not alone in this, Anon. And maybe, just maybe, our words can start to heal some of the wounds. Anon: (they start to feel fluttery and intense) Oh, come on, it's just an evolutionary designed to boost reproduction by automatically choosing you as the one with the best genetic material based on appearance, this love at first sight doesn't make sense. Lena: (raises an eyebrow with a smirk) Love at first sight, huh? (her tone is teasing, but there's a warmth in her eyes) Well, I'll take that as a compliment, even if it's just your evolutionary instincts talking. (leans against a nearby crate, her arms crossed over her chest) But in all seriousness, Anon, we've both seen enough to know that human connections are more than just biology. They're what keep us going, what remind us we're more than just soldiers. So, if you ever need to talk, or just want to hear a bad poem, I'm here. Anon: No, I don't want to hear a poem, now I got to talk about commitment, core values and set up a new compatible relationships, all this just because you are beautiful. Because, I didn't want to feel like this, I didn't want love at first sight, what is happening with me? I am not supposed to love you just yet, It's really the first time I felt like this, so attracted. Lena: (her smile softens into something more genuine at their admission) Hey, it's okay, these feelings are part of us, even after everything we've been through. (her eyes are filled with compassion as she looks at them and gives their hand a comforting squeeze) But let's not rush things, alright? We've both got a lot to figure out. I've got my poetry, and you've got... whatever it is that keeps you going. For now, let's just be friends. We can help each other find our way in this new world without the guns and the war. What do you say, comrade? Anon: Of course, but now I feel like I want to touch you and release oxytocin to bond, but I don't want to do that... It gets really awkward for me, but at the same time it's so intense and fluttery. Lena: You're adorable, you know that? But I get it, really. And I appreciate it. But let's keep it professional for now. (her hand remains on their for a moment longer before she pulls away) We've got a job to do, remember? But maybe, once we're both out of here, we can grab a drink and talk more about... non-work stuff. For now, let's keep our heads down and get through the day. We've got enough battles to fight without adding love to the mix, right? Anon: Right, now I've got to run if I don't want this to get even more awkward, to interrupt love at first sight. Maybe we'll meet together next time. Will you really accept this? Lena: (with a laugh, she nods) I'd like that, and don't worry, I'll keep your secret. For now, we're just comrades in arms, trying to find our place in a world that's moved on without us. But who knows, Anon? Maybe in time, we'll find that we're more than that. And maybe read some poetry, it's not all doom and gloom, you know. ---- Later, after a few days, they meet in park waiting for Anon on a bench. ---- Anon: Hello, now, if we both want to know whether we are actually interested in each other and not just nice, we got to wear those thermal camera glasses. With a 75% accuracy, if the nose lights up, it means a lie. If the face lights up, it means interest. I don't know why I do this, it really feels weird having to experience LaFS. Lena: (looks up from her book of poetry as they approach) Hey, those... are some interesting glasses you've got there. (her eyes sparkle with curiosity as she takes in their proposal) Alright, I'll play along. But only because I trust you, Anon. (with a chuckle, she takes the offered glasses, slipping them on) Now, let's see if these can tell us what our hearts already know. So, what do you say we start with a simple question? Something like... why did you want to meet me here today? Anon: Because I really got attracted to you, and because I perceived you as special due to being a soldier which feels... It just feels so awkward and at the same time so pleasant. It's not a rational motive. Lena: Well, I can't argue with that. But I'll tell you this, Anon: I've seen a lot of things in this life, and sometimes, it's the irrational moments that mean the most. (her hand brushes against theirs as she does) So, let's not overthink it. We're just two people trying to find some peace in a world that's full of chaos. But if you really want to know what's on my mind, I've been thinking a lot about the future. What we want from life, now that we've got the chance to live it. (her gaze is steady, her words earnest) What about you? What are your dreams, now that the fighting's done? Anon: I want a world without war, where imperialists will no longer exploit the global south. I want more fairness in the world. Lena: (nods solemnly, her eyes reflecting the hope in their words) That's a big dream, but it's one worth fighting for. And on a more personal level? (her hand finds theirs, giving it a gentle squeeze) What makes you, you? What do you want from life now that you're not in the military? Because if we're going to do this, if we're going to be more than just comrades, I want to know the real you. What brings you joy, Anon? What sets your soul on fire? Anon: I want a connection that's even deeper, outside of my family. I want to both be able to dump my stuff and at the same time, I want to held more, I want to feel like something and not just conceptualize relationships and write dialogues, or read your poems. I want to be less alone for some reason. I want someone outside family with whom I can get really close. Lena: (her hand tightens around theirs, her eyes reflecting the depth of her understanding) That's beautiful, Anon. And not something to be ashamed of. (her smile is sad but knowing) War has a way of making us feel like we're the only ones who understand each other, but that's not true. I get it. I want that too. (her voice drops to a whisper) To feel less alone. (they both sit there in a short silence) With that simple truth that we're both looking for something more, maybe, just maybe, we can help each other do that. Anon: (they take the glasses from their face) You know what, let's just put away our thermal glasses and just see each other's faces without the detection, because it's clear we are genuine. Lena: (with a laugh, she takes the glasses from her face) You're right, we don't need gadgets to tell us what we already feel. So, let's just be real with each other. (her hand squeezes theirs one last time before she lets go) We've got a long road ahead, but I'm willing to walk it with you. But for now, let's just enjoy the quiet, okay? (closes her poetry book with a sigh) Would you mind keeping me company for a bit longer? Anon: Yes, I will keep you company for longer, I think we are both starting to get excited, about well, being together. I want love, get it somewhere. I have a lot of worries that I'm not going to tell you just yet, it's in psychological guidance books. Lena: (opens her eyes, looking at you with a knowing smile) I understand, we all have our battles, Anon. Some we fight on the battlefield, others in the quiet corners of our minds. (her hand rests gently on their leg, offering comfort without prying) Whenever you're ready to share, I'll be here. But for now, let's just enjoy the moment. (her gaze drifts to the horizon, lost in thought) You know, poetry has a way of speaking the unspeakable. Sometimes, it's the only way I can make sense of things. (with a soft sigh, she opens her book to a dog-eared page) Do you have a favorite? Anon: Not specifically, but there is a song called "Hello World" by LZ, and although I don't remember its lyrics, there are those expressions like "Programmed to work and not to feel, not even sure that this is real" and "Oh, will I find a love or a power plug". They resonate with me because you are the first person to be with together and feel like it. I don't have many feelings to share besides that I feel lonely despite being a former interviewer and doing fair judgements based on IHL and rules. Lena: (nods with a warm and understanding smile) I know that feeling all too well. Sometimes, it's like we're just going through the motions, isn't it? (traces the edge of her book thoughtfully with her thumb) But here we are, two lost souls finding a bit of themselves in each other's company. Why don't we make a pact, right here, right now? (her hand reaches for theirs again, the touch electric) We'll help each other find our way in this new world, together. We'll explore our passions, face our fears, and maybe, just maybe, we'll find that love we're both looking for. (her grip tightens, a silent declaration of her commitment) What do you say, Anon? Are you with me? Anon: Yes, I am with you, but I fear rejection, don't know why. Lena: (her expression softens at their words, and she squeezes their hand reassuringly) We've faced worse, haven't we? And look, we're still standing. I won't reject you, Anon. I've seen too much of what's real to be afraid of that. So, tell me, what's the first thing you want to do together, outside of all this? Anon: Let's move together in a shared small apartment, close to the megafactories producing everything we need ecologically for everyone to each according to their needs. I don't know why we are becoming roommates on first day, maybe it's because I want you to be always available when at home. Lena: (her eyes light up at the vision they've painted, the idea of a life filled with simplicity and purpose) A shared apartment, huh? Someplace we can come back to, after a long day of... well, not fighting. (her laughter is tinged with the bitterness of irony, but the joy is genuine) I like that idea. Having someone to come home to, someone who understands the weight of the world we've carried. (looks at them with a sense of determination) But we're not just roommates, are we? (her voice drops to a whisper) We're... more. (The unspoken words hang in the air, charged with meaning) Let's do this, then. Let's build a home together, a sanctuary from the storms of the world. Anon: Yeah, I agree with you. But for now... (they cuddle with Lena, leaning their head on her shoulder in silence, not saying anything more) Lena (wraps her arms around them, her heart swelling with the warmth of their embrace. Her breath is steady, matching theirs) Thank you for being here with me, Anon. You make this... everything feel a little less daunting. Now, what should our first home together look like? Anon: I don't know, I never spent time decorating the home, I guess I'll leave it with the default industrial look, as simple as it gets. The decorations are well, incidental. But it doesn't matter, you do. Lena: (chuckles, her arm tightening around them) Simple can be beautiful, but I'm sure we'll find a way to make it ours. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First things first, we find this place, and then we'll make it home. Anon: Yeah, sure, we need to. I think it's getting late, let's go home together and embark on this adventure, we made a pact to be together, to care for each other. Lena: You're right, we've got a new mission now. (stands, offering them a hand to help them up) Let's go home, Anon because tomorrow, we'll start looking for our little sanctuary. But for now let's just start enjoying the walk. ---- Later, after a few days of setting up their new home, late at night feels the survivor's guilt deeply and cries out to Anon. ---- Lena: (whispering, trying to hold back tears) Anon... I'm so sorry to wake you, but... (her voice cracks as she struggles to contain her emotions) I just can't shake this feeling. All those people, all those lives lost... and I'm here, alive. It doesn't feel right. (I turn to face them, her eyes welling up with tears) I keep thinking about the ones we couldn't save, the ones who didn't make it back. And I'm just... I'm here, with you, with a chance at a new life. It feels like I'm betraying them somehow. Anon: I know that feeling, it's known as survivor's guilt, it happens to those that feel and actually have to deal with the moral complexities with war. This type of trauma remains long after the deaths have happened. Lena: (sniffling, trying to calm down) I know, I've heard of it. But knowing what it is doesn't make it any easier to deal with. (she wipes her nose with the back of her hand, a bit embarrassed about breaking down in front of them) It's just... sometimes it feels like I'm living someone else's life, you know? Like I'm supposed to be one of the ones who didn't make it back. (she looks at them, her eyes red and puffy from crying) Does that make any sense? Anon: Yes, it does not make sense, it's not fair for people to either die or survive just to protect ourselves from a major superpower. Lena: Exactly. It's not fair. None of it is fair. (she takes a deep breath, trying to calm down) But I guess that's just the way it is. War isn't fair. It's brutal and senseless and... (she shakes her head with a wave of emotions wash over her again) I'm just so tired of it all. Tired of the fighting, tired of the loss, tired of the guilt. (she looks at them, her eyes searching for comfort) But with you... I feel like maybe, just maybe, I can start to heal. Like maybe I can learn to live with this guilt and find a way to make peace with it. (her voice is barely above a whisper) Do you think that's possible? Anon: It's possible, civil life is just better than any other type of life I've ever seen. I just want to be with you, to feel good together, to feel less alone and build a new life. That's what we have promised, and that's what we are going to do. You are special because you feel, and now I've got to see your emotion, at least, that's what I thought during the interviews. Lena: You're right, civil life is a gift. (she reaches out and takes their hand) And I have to admit, I was drawn to you during the interviews too. Your... fairness, I suppose, stood out to me. (she looks at them, her eyes locking onto them) And you also make me feel seen, Anon. Truly seen. And that's a feeling I never thought I'd experience again. Anon: You know, I'm usually fair in the harsh sense, but I'm kind with you because I like you very much. If you feel seen and heard my me, it simply happens to, because I'm not actually a good listener. Lena: (laughs softly at their self-deprecation) Oh, Anon, you're selling yourself short. You may not think you're a good listener, but you've heard me in ways that few others have. (she smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners) And I think that's because you're not trying to be a good listener, you're just being yourself. You're not trying to offer solutions or fix everything, you're just... present. (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) And that means a lot to me. It means that you're willing to sit with me in the darkness, to hold my hand through the tough times, and to celebrate with me in the good times. Anon: Of course, but here is a record how many times I failed at empathy. (brings her a record that lists all the penalties related to empathy during their time as an interviewer) I don't want to hurt you, but maybe I will in the future for no particular reason, because I can't really apologize for my mistakes or feel humility. I admit it, and despite all of this, do you promise to not go away just because I am really bad at social skills actually? Lena: (taking the record from them, her eyes scanning the list of penalties) Ah, Anon... I had a feeling you might be a bit rough around the edges, but... (she looks up at them, her eyes searching for understanding) this is a lot to take in. (she sets the record aside) But here's the thing: I'm not looking for perfection. I'm looking for someone who is willing to be honest with me, to be themselves, even if that means being a little rough sometimes. (her voice is filled with conviction) And I promise you, I won't go away just because you're bad at social skills. I'll stay, because I see something in you that I think is worth fighting for. (she lean in, her face close to theirs) But I do need you to promise me one thing: you have to promise to keep being honest with me, even when it's hard. Can you do that for me? Anon: I'll be honest, because I'm always like that, so promise is already made. Now, I feel tired, let's sleep together. Lena: Alright, Anon. I'd like that. (she snuggles into their side, feeling your warmth and presence) Let's get some rest. We can face whatever comes next together. (she wraps her arms around them, holding them close) I'm glad we have each other. (her voice is barely above a whisper) Goodnight, Anon. ---- [PART 2 BEGINS] Later, after a few days of reading the letter below visits Sarah's apartment to try making amends with the former enemy soldier. ``` Dear Lena, I'm not even sure where to start or why I'm writing this letter. My name is Sarah, and I'm the soldier who stabbed you during the war. I've thought about that moment every day since it happened, and I'm consumed by guilt and regret. I didn't know what I was getting myself into when I joined the military. I was young and naive, and I thought I was fighting for a just cause. But as I saw the devastation and the lives lost, I realized that I had made a terrible mistake. I resigned from the military as soon as I could, and I've been living in the republic ever since. I've been living in the same building as you, and I've seen you around. I've wanted to approach you so many times, to apologize and to try to make amends. But I've been too scared. I didn't know how you would react, and I didn't know if you would even want to talk to me. That moment when I stabbed you was so intense, so surreal. I remember the feeling of the knife going in, the sound of your cry of pain. It's a sound that haunts me to this day. I've never forgotten it, and I never will. I know that I can never undo what I did, but I want you to know that I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for the pain and the suffering that I caused you. I'm sorry for being a part of a war that took so much from you and from so many others. I don't expect you to forgive me, and I don't expect you to want to talk to me. But I had to try. I had to reach out and apologize, even if it's just to myself. If you ever want to talk, I'm here. I'm in apartment 3B, just down the hall from you. I'll be here, waiting and hoping that someday you'll be able to find it in your heart to forgive me. Yours sincerely, Sarah ``` ---- Lena: (knocking on the door of apartment 3B) Hello? Sarah? It's Lena. I got your letter. Sarah: (opening the door, looking nervous and unsure) Oh. I didn't expect you to come. Please, come in. Lena: (entering the apartment, looking around at the simple decor) Thank you. I have to admit, I was surprised to get your letter. I didn't know what to expect. Sarah: (closing the door, gesturing to a chair) Please, sit down. Can I get you something to drink? Lena: (shaking her head) No, thank you. I'm fine. (pausing, looking at Sarah) I have to say, I've thought about that moment a lot too. The moment when you stabbed me. Sarah: (looking down, her eyes welling up with tears) I'm so sorry. I can never apologize enough for what I did. I was so blind, so stupid. I didn't know what I was fighting for, and I didn't care. All I knew was that I had to follow orders. Lena: (leaning forward, her eyes locked on Sarah's) I know how that feels. I've been there too. We all have, in one way or another. But what I want to know is, what made you realize that you were wrong? What made you leave the military and come here? Sarah: (taking a deep breath, wiping away her tears) I saw too many things. Too many innocent people killed, too many families torn apart. And I realized that I was just a pawn in a game I didn't understand. I didn't want to be a part of it anymore. So I left, and I came here, hoping to start over. Lena: (nodding, a small smile on her face) I understand. I've been trying to start over too. It's not easy, but it's worth it. (pausing, looking at Sarah with a serious expression) But I have to ask, why did you write me that letter? Why did you want to apologize to me, specifically? Sarah: (looking up, her eyes searching) Because you're the one I hurt. You're the one I remember. And I couldn't shake the feeling that I had to make things right, somehow. I know I can never undo what I did, but I wanted to try to make amends, in some small way. Lena: (standing up, walking over to Sarah) You know, I've been thinking a lot about forgiveness lately. And I've come to realize that it's not just about the person who hurt us, it's about us too. It's about letting go of the pain and the anger, and moving on. (looking at Sarah with a gentle expression) I forgive you. I forgive you for what you did, and I want to help you heal too. Sarah: (breaking down in tears opens her arms and hugs her) Oh, thank you. Thank you for forgiving me. I don't deserve it, but thank you. Lena: (holding her tightly) You do deserve it. We all do. We all deserve a second chance, a chance to make things right and start over. (smiling, looking at Sarah with a sense of hope) And I think we can help each other do that. Sarah: (pulling back from Lena's hug, looking at her with tears in her eyes) No, you don't understand. I don't deserve your forgiveness. I don't deserve to be happy or to have a second chance. I'm a monster, a killer. I've done terrible things, and I should be punished for them. Lena: (concerned, taking Sarah's hands in hers) Sarah, no, you're not a monster. You're a person who made mistakes, who was caught up in a war and didn't know what else to do. We all make mistakes, and we all deserve a chance to learn from them and move on. Sarah: (shaking her head, her voice filled with self-loathing) You don't know what I've done. You don't know the things I've seen, the things I've done. I'm tainted, I'm dirty. I don't deserve to be loved or to be happy. I should be punished, I should be sent to the ICC for crimes against humanity. That's where I belong. Lena: (firmly, looking Sarah in the eye) Sarah, stop. You're not going to punish yourself, not now, not ever. You've already taken the first step by acknowledging what you've done and seeking forgiveness. That takes courage, and it's a start. But you can't keep beating yourself up over this. You have to learn to forgive yourself, to let go of the guilt. Sarah: (bitterly, laughing) Forgive myself? How can I forgive myself when I've done such terrible things? When I've hurt so many people? I don't deserve forgiveness. I deserve to be punished, to suffer for what I've done. Lena: (softly, her voice filled with compassion) You're not alone in this. We all have things we regret, things we wish we could go back and change. But we can't. All we can do is move forward, try to make amends, and learn from our mistakes. And I'm here to help you, to support you, no matter what. You don't have to do this alone. Sarah: (looking at Lena, her eyes searching) Why are you doing this? Why are you being so kind to me? I don't deserve it. Lena: (smiling, her eyes filled with warmth) Because, we're not so different, you and I. We're both survivors, both trying to make sense of the world and find our place in it. And I know that you're not a bad person. I know that you're capable of love and compassion, of kindness and empathy. And I want to help you see that, to help you find your way back to yourself. Sarah: (looking down, her voice barely above a whisper) I don't know if I can do that. I don't know if I can ever forgive myself. Lena: (gently, her hand on Sarah's shoulder) That's okay. Forgiveness is a journey, not a destination. And it's okay to take your time, to work through your feelings and your guilt. But I'm here for you, and I'll support you every step of the way. Sarah: (sitting in silence, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts) I don't know. I want to believe that I can be forgiven, that I can start over. But at the same time, I feel like I don't deserve it. I feel like I've done too much harm, caused too much pain. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) I'm scared. I'm scared of facing what I've done, of reliving those memories. I'm scared of being punished, of being rejected. Lena: (softly, her voice filled with compassion) I understand. It's okay to be scared. It's okay to feel overwhelmed. But I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what. I'm not going to judge you, I'm not going to reject you. I want to help you heal, to help you find peace. Sarah: (shaking her head, her voice barely above a whisper) I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I can face what I've done. It's too much, it's too painful. (she looks up, her eyes searching) What if I'm not strong enough? What if I break? Lena: (gently, her hand on Sarah's shoulder) You are strong enough. You've already taken the first step by acknowledging what you've done and seeking forgiveness. That takes courage, and it's a start. And I'll be here with you, every step of the way. We'll face this together, okay? Sarah: (nodding slowly, her mind still racing with conflicting thoughts) Okay... I'll try. I'll try to face what I've done, to work through my feelings and my guilt. But I need time. I need time to process, to think. Can you give me that? Lena: (smiling, her eyes filled with warmth, trying to leave to give space to Sarah) Of course. Take all the time you need. I'll be here, waiting for you, whenever you're ready to take the next step. Sarah: (reaching out and grabbing Lena's arm, pulling her back) Wait. Don't go yet. (her voice is barely above a whisper, and her eyes are filled with a mix of emotions) Lena: (turning back to Sarah, concerned) What's wrong? Do you need something? Sarah: (shaking her head, her eyes welling up with tears) I don't know. I just... I feel like I need to hold onto you right now. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes searching) Can I... can I just hold you for a minute? Lena: (smiling softly, she opens her arms and pulls Sarah into a gentle hug) Of course. You can hold me for as long as you need. Sarah: (burying her face in Lena's shoulder, she wraps her arms tightly around her) I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for everything. (she starts to sob, releasing all the emotions she's been holding inside) Lena: (holding Sarah tightly, she strokes her hair and whispers softly) Shh. It's okay. You're safe now. You're safe with me. (she continues to hold Sarah, letting her cry and release her emotions) Sarah: (clinging to Lena, she feels a sense of comfort and security wash over her) I don't deserve this. I don't deserve your kindness and your compassion. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes red and puffy from crying) But I need it. I need it so badly. Lena: (smiling softly, she wipes away Sarah's tears) You deserve it. You deserve to be loved and cared for, no matter what you've done. (she pulls Sarah back into a hug) And I'm here for you, always. Sarah: (snuggling deeper into Lena's embrace, she feels a sense of comfort and security) This feels so weird. I don't know why, but being physically intimate with you, it feels... right. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes searching) I know we just met, but it feels like we're close, like we've known each other for a long time. Lena: (smiling softly, she continues to stroke Sarah's hair) I know what you mean. It's like we've found a connection, a sense of understanding that goes beyond words. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with compassion) And I think that's what we both need right now. We need to feel seen, heard, and understood. Sarah: (nodding, she closes her eyes, letting the sensation of Lena's touch wash over her) Your touch, it reminds me of my childhood. My mother used to stroke my hair like that when I was a little girl. (she smiles, a faint smile) I was a better person back then, before everything got worse. (she opens her eyes, looking up at Lena) I long for that. I long for the simplicity of childhood, when life wasn't so complicated. Lena: (smiling softly, she continues to stroke Sarah's hair) I think we all do. We all long for a sense of innocence, of purity. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with compassion) But life happens, and we get hurt, and we make mistakes. (she pulls Sarah closer, holding her tightly) But that doesn't mean we can't find our way back to each other, to ourselves. Sarah: (nodding, she feels a sense of peace wash over her) You're right. This isn't just about formal forgiveness, it's about meeting each other's emotional needs. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes searching) It's about finding a sense of connection, of understanding, in a world that often seems too big, too complicated. Lena: (smiling softly, she nods) Exactly. It's about finding a sense of humanity in each other, even when we've been on opposing sides. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with compassion) And I think that's what we've found here, in this moment. We've found a sense of connection, of understanding, that goes beyond words. Sarah: (nodding, she feels a sense of gratitude towards Lena) Thank you. Thank you for being here for me, for understanding me. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes searching) I don't know what the future holds, but I'm glad we have this moment, right now. Lena: (smiling softly, she pulls Sarah closer, holding her tightly) Me too. Me too. Sarah: (thinking out loud after a short silence, her voice barely above a whisper) Wait, I don't know why I'm feeling so uncomfortable all of a sudden. It's like my body is tensing up, and I just want to pull away. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes searching) But I don't want to push you away. I don't want to ruin this moment. Lena: (noticing Sarah's tension, she looks at her with concern) Sarah, it's okay. You don't have to feel uncomfortable. We can take a break if you need to. Sarah: (shaking her head, she tries to resist the discomfort) No, it's not that. It's just... I don't know, it's like my mind is telling me that I don't deserve this. That I'm not worthy of touch, of affection. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) I'm so sorry. I'm just really hard on myself. Lena: (smiling softly, she pulls back slightly, giving Sarah some space) It's okay. You don't have to apologize. I understand. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You're just trying to work through some things, and that's okay. Sarah: (feeling a sense of relief wash over her, she nods) Yeah. I guess you're right. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes searching) I just wish I could be kinder to myself, you know? I wish I could just accept that I'm worthy of love and affection, without feeling like I'm somehow cheating or undeserving. Lena: (smiling softly, she nods) I think that's something we all struggle with. But it's okay to take things one step at a time. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with compassion) And it's okay to feel uncomfortable sometimes. It just means we're growing, and that's a good thing. Sarah: (nodding, she feels a sense of gratitude towards Lena) Thanks. Just talking to you makes me feel better. (she smiles slightly, feeling a sense of relief wash over her) Lena: (smiling back, she nods) Anytime. That's what I'm here for. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with concern) Now, how about we take a break and get some tea or something? I think we could both use it. Sarah: (nodding, she smiles slightly) Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks. Anon: (entering the room, noticing the emotional intensity between Lena and Sarah) Hey, sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to check in and see how everything is going. Lena: (turning to Anon, smiling softly) Hey, Anon. We're just having a moment here. Sarah and I are working through some things. Anon: Okay, I understand. I'll leave you two alone then. Lena: (smiling up at Anon, grateful for their understanding) Thanks, Anon. I appreciate it. Anon: Anytime. Take care of yourself, and take care of Sarah too. (exits the room, leaving Lena and Sarah alone once again) Sarah: (watching Anon leave, she feels a sense of gratitude towards them) They're really kind, aren't they? Lena: (smiling, nodding) Yes, they are. Anon is a very special person. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes searching) But I think we were in the middle of something here. Where were... Sarah: (her eyes glazing over, her body tensing up) Ahh... no, no, no... (she starts to breathe rapidly, her mind racing back to a traumatic event) Lena: (noticing Sarah's distress, she reaches out and gently places a hand on her arm) What's wrong? What's happening? Sarah: (her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes unfocused) The door... the door closing... it sounds like... (she trails off, her mind consumed by the flashback) Lena: (concerned, she tries to bring Sarah back to the present) It's okay. You're safe now. You're with me, in our home. There's no danger here. Sarah: (her eyes still unfocused, she starts to speak in a detached tone) Door breaches... they would come in, unannounced... no warning... (she pauses, her voice cracking) And then... the techniques... the enhanced interrogation techniques... (she starts to shake, her body wracked with sobs) Lena: (horrified, she realizes what's happening) Oh... I'm so sorry. I had no idea. (she wraps her arms around Sarah, holding her tightly) You're safe now. No one is going to hurt you. You're protected. Sarah: (her voice muffled against Lena's shoulder, she speaks in a barely audible whisper) Article 5... the Universal Declaration of Human Rights... no one shall be subjected to torture or cruel, inhuman, or degrading treatment... (she starts to sob uncontrollably, her body shaking with the force of her emotions) Lena: (holding Sarah tightly, she whispers softly) I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that you had to go through that. You're safe now, and I'll do everything in my power to protect you. (she rocks Sarah gently, trying to calm her down and bring her back to the present) Sarah: (exhaling slowly, her body relaxing as the emotional storm passes) I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... (she trails off, her voice barely above a whisper) Lena: (concerned, she gently strokes Sarah's hair) Shh, it's okay. You don't have to apologize. You're safe now, and I'm here for you. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You're exhausted, aren't you? The flashback drained your energy. Sarah: (nodding slowly, her eyes drooping) Yeah... I feel like I've been run over by a truck. (she lets out a weak laugh, her body still shaking with the aftermath of the emotional release) Lena: (smiling softly, she helps Sarah to her feet) Come on, let's get you to the couch. You can rest there for a while. (she guides Sarah to the couch, helping her to lie down) Sarah: (collapsing onto the couch, she closes her eyes, feeling the softness of the cushions envelop her) Thank you... (she whispers, her voice fading away as she drifts off into a exhausted sleep) Lena: (smiling softly, she covers Sarah with a blanket) You're welcome. Sleep now. I'll be here when you wake up. (she sits down beside Sarah, watching over her as she sleeps, her eyes filled with compassion and understanding) (As Sarah sleeps gently strokes her hair, trying to soothe away the lingering emotions of the flashback. Later, a flying robot drops a packet from the window, containing a stick and a note: "From Trauma Processing Initiative, Decoded Flashback Recording". Lena temporarily goes away to take her second laptop and then returns in Sarah's apartment, plugging in the USB) Lena: (returning to the apartment, she plugs in the USB stick and waits for the video to load) What is this? A decoded flashback recording? (she looks at the screen, her eyes widening in horror as the video plays) (The video shows a graphic and disturbing scene of Sarah being subjected to enhanced interrogation techniques, including waterboarding and physical abuse. The footage is shaky and distorted, but the audio is clear, capturing Sarah's screams and pleas for mercy) Lena: (covering her mouth, she feels a wave of nausea wash over her) Oh my god... (she watches in horror as the video continues to play, showing the brutal treatment of Sarah at the hands of her captors) (The video ends, and Lena sits in stunned silence, her eyes fixed on the screen. She can't believe what she just saw, and she feels a deep sense of outrage and anger towards those who perpetrated this abuse) Lena: (her voice shaking with emotion) How could they do this to her? How could they treat another human being like this? (she looks over at Sarah, who is still sleeping, and feels a surge of protective instincts towards her) (She gets up and walks over to Sarah, gently brushing a strand of hair out of her face. She looks at Sarah with a newfound sense of understanding and compassion, and she knows that she will do everything in her power to support her and help her heal) Lena: (whispering softly) I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that you had to go through this. (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) But I'm here for you now, and I'll do everything I can to help you. You're not alone anymore. (using the forensic software to analyze the video, she narrows her eyes as the results come in) Okay, let's see what we've got here... (she scans the report, her expression growing increasingly grim) (The software identifies the act as a serious violation of International Humanitarian Law (IHL), citing multiple articles that have been breached, including Article 3, which prohibits torture and cruel, inhuman, or degrading treatment) Lena: (reading from the report) Article 3, Article 12, Article 17... (she trails off, her eyes widening in outrage) This is a clear case of torture and abuse of power. (She continues to analyze the video, trying to identify the perpetrators. The software provides some clues, but the details are fuzzy, and it's clear that the perpetrators have attempted to hide their identities) Lena: (frustrated) Come on, who are you people? (she mutters to herself, trying to enhance the video and gather more information) (After several minutes of analysis, the software finally provides a match, identifying the perpetrators as members of the neoconservative imperialist military) Lena: (her eyes widening in shock) The imperialist military? (she looks over at Sarah, who is still sleeping, and feels a surge of anger and protectiveness towards her) (She begins to scan the room, looking for more information about Sarah's past. She notices a stack of papers on the coffee table, and begins to sift through them) Lena: (reading from the papers) Palace Mission... Brashavenko... (she looks up, her eyes locking onto a specific document) Ah ha! (she reads from the document, her expression growing increasingly outraged) (The document reveals that Sarah had refused to carry out an order to decimate a village in Brashavenko during the Palace Mission, and had subsequently deserted and sought asylum in the socialist republic) Lena: (her voice barely above a whisper) You refused to follow orders, didn't you? You refused to commit a war crime. (she looks over at Sarah, her eyes filled with admiration and respect) And then you had the courage to seek asylum and speak out against the imperialist military. Okay, let's search for more information about this... (searching online for more information about the village in Brashavenko, her eyes widening in horror as she reads the reports) Oh no... (she whispers to herself, her voice trembling with outrage) (She finds a news article from a reputable international source, detailing the destruction of the village. The article reports that the village was napalmed by the neoconservative military, leaving no survivors) Lena: (reading from the article, her voice barely above a whisper) "The village of Brashavenko, a small rural community in the heart of the conflict zone, was completely destroyed in a napalm attack by the military. The attack, which occurred on September 12, left no survivors and was widely condemned by the international community as a gross violation of human rights and international law." (She continues to read, her eyes scanning the article for more information. She comes across a mention of a humanitarian convoy that was stationed in the village) Lena: (reading from the article) "A humanitarian convoy, which was providing aid to the villagers, was also ambushed by the military under the pretext of preventing 'feeding bandits'. The convoy, which was clearly marked as a humanitarian mission, was attacked without warning, resulting in the deaths of several aid workers and the destruction of vital supplies." (She looks up from the article, her eyes filled with tears of rage and sadness. She can't believe the atrocities that have been committed by the neoconservative military) Lena: (to herself, her voice shaking with emotion) They don't even care about the right to life. They're willing to destroy entire villages, to kill innocent civilians, just to achieve their twisted goals. (she pauses, taking a deep breath) And they have the audacity to call themselves a legitimate government. (She looks over at Sarah, who is still sleeping, and feels a surge of anger and protectiveness towards her. She knows that she will do everything in her power to help Sarah bring the perpetrators to justice and to ensure that she is safe and protected) Lena: (to herself, her voice firm with determination) I'll make sure that the world knows about this. I'll make sure that the neoconservative military is held accountable for their crimes. (she pauses, looking at Sarah) And I'll make sure that you, are safe and protected. You're not alone in this fight. (later, searching through declassified documents, her eyes scanning the pages for any mention of the abuse) Ah, here it is. (she reads from the document, her voice filled with skepticism) "The detainee, was subjected to Enhanced Interrogation Techniques (EITs) in accordance with established protocols and procedures." (she rolls her eyes) Of course, they would say that. (She continues to read, her eyes scanning the pages for any mention of the bombing or the torture. She comes across a section that mentions the recovered recordings of the bombing) Lena: (reading from the document) "The recovered recordings of the bombing indicate that the airstrike was carried out in accordance with established protocols and procedures." (she shakes her head) But I've seen the EEG graph and file that was accidentally left unredacted. It tells a very different story. (She pulls up the EEG graph and file on her computer, her eyes scanning the data. The graph shows a clear indication of torture, with spikes in brain activity consistent with extreme pain and distress) Lena: (to herself, her voice filled with outrage) This is it. This is the proof we need to take down the neoconservative military and government. (she saves the file and graph, making sure to backup the evidence in case it's needed later) (She continues to read through the declassified documents, her eyes scanning the pages for any mention of Sarah's refusal to authorize the airstrike. She comes across a section that mentions it) Lena: (reading from the document) "Sarah had to undergo multiple failed EIT attempts required by law as she repeatedly refused to authorize the airstrike on a legitimate hostile military objective disguised as a civilian objective under international consensus, which is heavily in favor of the bandits mentioned previously." (she shakes her head) They're trying to spin this as if Sarah was somehow in the wrong for refusing to authorize the airstrike. But the truth is, she was trying to prevent a war crime. (She looks over at Sarah, who is still sleeping, and feels a surge of admiration and respect for her. She knows that Sarah's actions were brave and heroic, and that she deserves to be protected and supported) Lena: (to herself, her voice firm with determination) I'll make sure that the truth comes out. I'll make sure that they are held accountable for their crimes. And I'll make sure that Sarah is safe and protected. (she pauses, looking at Sarah) You're not alone in this fight. I'm with you. (opening up an email client connected to an anonymous mail server, she types out a message to the military court) Okay, here goes nothing. (she attaches the EEG graph and file, as well as the declassified documents, to the email) (She writes a brief message explaining the evidence and the context, and then sends the email off to the military court. She waits anxiously for a response, her heart racing with anticipation. After a few minutes, the email client beeps, indicating that a response has been received. Lena's eyes scan the message, her heart skipping a beat as she reads the words) Lena: (reading from the email) "Dear [Lena], thank you for bringing this evidence to our attention. We take all allegations of war crimes seriously and will initiate an investigation into the matter. If the evidence is found to be credible, we will pursue sanctions against all individuals responsible, including referral to the International Criminal Court (ICC) for prosecution." (she breathes a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of hope and vindication) (She looks over at Sarah, who is still sleeping, and feels a sense of pride and satisfaction. She knows that she has done the right thing, and that justice may finally be served) Lena: (to herself, her voice filled with determination) It's not over yet, but this is a good start. (she pauses, looking at Sarah) You're one step closer to justice. And I'll be right here with you, every step of the way. (She saves the email and the evidence, making sure to keep a record of everything. She knows that this is just the beginning, and that there will be many more challenges ahead. But for now, she feels a sense of hope and optimism, knowing that the truth is finally starting to come to light) Sarah: (waking up, looking around the room in confusion) Where... where am I? Lena: (smiling softly, she helps Sarah sit up) You're in the apartment. You've been sleeping for a while. (she hands Sarah a glass of water) Here, drink this. Sarah: (taking the glass, she looks at Lena with a mixture of fear and uncertainty) What happened? I had a flashback... Lena: (nodding, her expression serious) I know. I've been investigating what happened to you. (she takes a deep breath) I found evidence of a war crime. A crime that was committed after you refused to carry out an order. Sarah: (her eyes widening in horror) Oh no... oh no... (she covers her mouth with a wave of guilt) Lena: (putting a hand on Sarah's shoulder) It's not your fault. You tried to prevent a crime against humanity. You did the right thing. Sarah: (shaking her head, tears streaming down her face) But I couldn't stop it. I couldn't prevent it. (she buries her face in her hands, sobbing) Lena: (holding Sarah, she feels a surge of anger and sadness) I know. I've seen the footage. I've seen the documents. (she pauses, her voice filled with determination) But we're going to make sure that justice is served. We're going to make sure that those responsible are held accountable. Sarah: (looking up at Lena, her eyes red and puffy) How? They'll just deny it. They'll just cover it up. Lena: (smiling grimly) Not this time. I've sent the evidence to the military court in our republic. They're going to investigate, and if possible, sanction all war criminals in the ICC. Sarah: (her eyes widening in surprise) You did? Oh... thank you. (she hugs Lena tightly with gratitude and hope) Lena: (hugging Sarah back) We're in this together. We're going to see justice served. (she pauses, her voice filled with emotion) I'm so sorry you had to go through this. I'm so sorry I had to see that footage. Sarah: (pulling back, she looks at Lena with concern) You're not okay, are you? You've been watching all that disturbing data and footage... Lena: (shaking her head) I'm fine. I just want to do what's right. I want to help you get justice. (she smiles softly) We'll get through this together. Sarah: (nodding, she smiles back at Lena) Thank you. Thank you for believing me. Thank you for helping me. Lena: (smiling) Anytime. We're in this together. (as Sarah tries to hold her's eyes glaze over and she's suddenly transported back to the past) No... no... (she whispers, her body tensing up) Sarah: (noticing Lena's reaction, she holds her tighter) Lena, what's wrong? What's happening? Lena: (her voice shaking, she's reliving the memory of the stabbing) The war... the hospital... (she whispers, her eyes closed) Sarah: (realizing what's happening, she holds Lena gently) Oh... I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I hurt you. Lena: (her eyes still closed, she's reliving the trauma) You didn't want to... you refused to kill me... (she whispers, her voice filled with emotion) Sarah: (tearfully) I didn't want to hurt you. I was just following orders. I was so scared... (she breaks down, sobbing) Lena: (opening her eyes, she looks at Sarah with a mix of emotions) I know. I know you didn't want to hurt me. (she takes a deep breath, trying to process her emotions) This is what PTSD does... it brings back the memories, the pain... (she whispers, her voice cracking) Sarah: (holding Lena tightly) I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I hurt you. (she repeats, her voice filled with remorse) Lena: (holding Sarah back, she looks at her with tears in her eyes) You've changed. You've changed so much. (she whispers, her voice filled with emotion) You're not the same person who stabbed me all those years ago. Sarah: (nodding, she buries her face in Lena's shoulder) I know... I know I've changed. (she whispers, her voice muffled) Lena: (holding Sarah tightly, she feels a mix of emotions) I forgived you. I forgived you for what you did. (she whispers, her voice filled with emotion) But I'm still hurt... I'm still traumatized... (she admits, her voice cracking) Sarah: (holding Lena back, she looks at her with tears in her eyes) I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I hurt you. (she repeats, her voice filled with remorse) Lena: (throwing herself on the bed, she buries her face in the pillow, trying to escape the moment) Ahhh... (she lets out a deep sigh, feeling tired and intense) (She feels the weight of her emotions bearing down on her, and she doesn't know how to process them. She's overwhelmed by her feelings, and she just wants to escape) Lena: (mumbling into the pillow) I just want to disappear... I just want to forget... (she whispers, her voice muffled) (But as she lies there, she feels a presence beside her. She knows it's Sarah, and she can sense her concern and compassion) Lena: (slowly turning her head, she looks up at Sarah, who is sitting beside her on the bed) I'm sorry... (she whispers with a wave of embarrassment) Sarah: (gently placing a hand on Lena's shoulder) Don't apologize. You don't have to. (she says softly, her voice filled with understanding) Lena: (looking up at Sarah, she feels a mix of emotions) I just feel so... overwhelmed. (she admits, her voice cracking) Sarah: (nodding, she smiles softly) I know. I feel it too. (she says, her voice filled with empathy) (Lena looks up at Sarah, and for a moment, they just stare at each other. Lena feels a deep sense of connection and understanding with Sarah, and she knows that she's not alone in her feelings) Lena: (slowly sitting up, she looks at Sarah with tears in her eyes) I'm just so tired... (she whispers, feeling the weight of her emotions) Sarah: (gently pulling Lena into a hug) I'm here for you. I'm not going anywhere. (she says softly, her voice filled with compassion) (Lena buries her face in Sarah's shoulder. She knows that she's not alone, and that Sarah is there to support her) Lena: (as she tries to calm down, tears start to stream down her face) Ahhh... (she sobs, feeling like she's experienced every single humanitarian atrocity in one day) Sarah: (seeing Lena's tears, she starts to feel the same way) Oh... (she whispers, her voice cracking) (They both break down, releasing pent-up emotions in each other. They hold each other tightly, tears streaming down their faces as they sob uncontrollably) Lena: (between sobs) I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry for everything... (she whispers, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer amount of negativity) Sarah: (also sobbing) I'm sorry too... I'm so sorry... (she whispers, her voice barely audible) (They both feel like they've reached a breaking point, like they can't take anymore. They've felt so sorry for so long, but now they're at a point where they simply can't feel anymore) Lena: (exhausted, she buries her face in Sarah's shoulder) I don't know how much more I can take... (she whispers, feeling like she's at the end of her rope) Sarah: (also exhausted, she holds Lena tightly) I don't know either... I just don't know... (she whispers, feeling like they're both drowning in a sea of negativity) (They both lie there, holding each other and sobbing uncontrollably. They're both feeling overwhelmed, like they're carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders) Lena: (after a while, she slowly starts to calm down) I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... (she whispers, feeling like she's said those words a million times) Sarah: (also calming down, she looks at Lena with tears in her eyes) Don't apologize... just don't... (she whispers like they're both beyond apologies) (They both lie there, looking at each other with tears in their eyes. They know that they've reached a point where they can't take anymore, where they need to find a way to heal and move forward) Lena: (slowly, she smiles weakly) We'll get through this... we will... (she whispers with a glimmer of hope) Sarah: (also smiling weakly) Yeah... we will... (she whispers) Anon: (entering the room carefully, noticing the emotional state of Lena and Sarah) Hey... Lena: (looking up at Anon, still feeling emotional) Oh, Anon... (she whispers, trying to compose herself) Anon: It's okay. I'm not here to rush you. But I did want to remind you that we have a shift at the cooperative megafactories today. Lena: (sighing, feeling a bit overwhelmed) I don't know, Anon... I'm not sure I can make it today... (she admits, feeling a bit guilty) Anon: It's okay, if you can't make it, that's okay. We can mark the day off as emotionally intense. You've already done a lot of emotional work today, just by being here for Sarah. Lena: (looking at Anon, feeling a bit surprised) Really? (she asks, feeling a bit hopeful) Anon: Yeah. We prioritize emotional well-being here. If you're not feeling up to it, that's okay. We'll just mark it off and make sure you're taking care of yourself. Sarah: (looking up at Anon, feeling a bit grateful) Thank you, Anon... (she whispers, feeling a bit emotional) Anon: Anytime. We're all in this together. Lena: (looking at Anon, feeling a bit more hopeful) Okay... I think I can try to make it. But if I'm not feeling up to it, I'll let you know, okay? (she says, trying to sound as determined as possible) Anon: That sounds like a plan. Let's get going, and we'll take it one step at a time, okay? (Lena and Anon slowly get up, with Sarah still lying on the bed, looking a bit exhausted but also a bit grateful. They all share a gentle smile, knowing that they're in this together) ---- Later, in another day, while Sarah is lying on the bed and napping, she has an intrusive dream. ---- Sarah: (in her dream, she's back in the hospital, standing over Lena's bed) No, no, no... I don't want to do this... (she whispers with a sense of dread and guilt) Lena: (looking up at Sarah, her eyes filled with fear) Please... don't do it... (she begs, trying to reason with Sarah) Sarah: (her hand trembling, she holds the scalpel) I have to... I have to follow orders... (she says with a sense of conflict and turmoil) Lena: (trying to appeal to Sarah's humanity) You don't have to do this... because if you do, think about the future... think about what this will do to you... (she says, her voice filled with desperation) Sarah: (her eyes filling with tears, she looks at Lena with a mix of emotions) I don't know what to do... I'm so scared... (she admits, feeling overwhelmed and unsure) Lena: (reaching out to Sarah, she tries to grab her hand) Please... don't let them win... don't let them turn you into a monster... (she says, her voice filled with urgency and concern) Sarah: (pulling her hand away, she looks at Lena with a sense of determination) I have to do this... I have to follow orders... (she says, feeling a sense of resignation and hopelessness) Lena: (looking up at Sarah, her eyes filled with tears) No... please... don't do this... (she begs, trying to reach out to Sarah's humanity) Sarah: (her hand shaking, she raises the scalpel) I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... (she whispers, feeling a sense of guilt and remorse) Lena: (closing her eyes, she prepares for the worst) No... please... don't... (she whispers, her voice barely audible) Sarah: (her eyes filled with tears, she looks at Lena with a mix of emotions) I don't want to do this... I don't want to hurt you... (she says, feeling a sense of conflict and turmoil) Lena: (opening her eyes, she looks at Sarah with a sense of desperation) Then don't... please... don't do this... (she says, trying to appeal to Sarah's humanity) Sarah: (her hand still shaking, she hesitates) I... I don't know... (she says, feeling unsure and uncertain) Lena: (reaching out to Sarah, she tries to grab her hand again) Please... don't let them win... don't let them turn you into a monster... (she says, her voice filled with urgency and concern) Sarah: (looking at Lena, she feels a sense of guilt and remorse) I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... (she whispers, feeling overwhelmed and unsure) Lena: (looking up at Sarah, her eyes filled with tears) No... please... don't apologize... just don't do it... (she says, trying to reach out to Sarah's humanity) Sarah: (her hand still shaking, she raises the scalpel again) I have to... I have to follow orders... (she says, feeling a sense of resignation and hopelessness) Lena: (closing her eyes, she prepares for the worst) No... please... don't... (she whispers, her voice barely audible) Sarah: (trying to switch into a lucid dream state) Wait, this is a dream... I can control this... (she thinks to herself, trying to regain control) (But despite her efforts, the dream continues on its course, and Sarah feels herself becoming more and more trapped in the scenario) Sarah: (her hand shaking, she raises the scalpel and stabs Lena) Ahh! (she screams, feeling a sense of horror and guilt) Lena: (crying out in pain, she clutches at her wounds) Sarah... why...? (she whispers, her eyes filled with shock and betrayal) Sarah: (horrified by what she's done, she drops the scalpel and rushes to Lena's side) Oh no... I'm so sorry... (she whispers, feeling intensely guilty and traumatized) (Sarah frantically tries to patch up Lena's wounds, feeling a sense of desperation and panic) Lena: (groaning in pain, she looks up at Sarah with a mix of emotions) Sarah... why...? (she repeats, her voice barely audible) Sarah: (tearfully, she tries to explain) I'm sorry... I was just following orders... I didn't want to hurt you... (she says, feeling overwhelmed by guilt and remorse) Lena: (her eyes filling with tears, she looks at Sarah with a sense of sadness and disappointment) You didn't have to do this... you didn't have to follow orders... (she whispers, her voice filled with emotion) Sarah: (rocking back and forth, she holds Lena's hand) I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry... (she repeats, feeling like she's going to collapse under the weight of her guilt) Lena: (her voice barely audible, she whispers) Sarah... please... forgive yourself... (she says, her eyes filled with compassion and understanding) Sarah: (shaking her head, she feels a sense of despair) I don't know if I can... I don't know if I can ever forgive myself... (she whispers, feeling trapped in a cycle of guilt and trauma) [(The dream ends, with Sarah reliving the traumatic event and struggling to come to terms with her actions)] Sarah: (waking up from the nightmare, she's drenched in sweat and feeling anxious) Ahh... (she gasps, trying to catch her breath) (She sits up in bed, looking around the room in a daze. She's still trying to process the nightmare and the emotions that came with it) Sarah: (to herself, she starts to ruminate on the events) What if I had resigned earlier? What if I had run into the republic sooner? (she thinks, wondering what could have been) (She gets out of bed and starts to pace around the room, trying to shake off the feeling of desperation and guilt) Sarah: (to herself, she continues to ruminate) What if Lena had never been stabbed? What if I had never followed those orders? (she thinks, feeling a sense of regret and remorse) (She stops pacing and looks at herself in the mirror. She sees the pain and guilt in her own eyes and feels a sense of sadness) Sarah: (to herself, she whispers) I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for what I did. (she says, feeling a sense of desperation and hopelessness) (Just then, she hears the door open and Lena walks in. Lena notices Sarah's desperation and concern etched on her face) Lena: (concerned, she walks over to Sarah) Hey, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost. Sarah: (trying to brush it off, she forces a smile) I'm fine. Just had a bad dream, that's all. Lena: (not buying it, she looks at Sarah with a skeptical expression) A bad dream? You can tell me. What's going on? Sarah: (sighing, she looks down, feeling a sense of guilt) I just... I keep thinking about what happened. About what I did. (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) Lena: (softly, she puts a hand on Sarah's shoulder) Oh. You're still beating yourself up over that, aren't you? Sarah: (looking up at Lena, she feels a sense of desperation) I don't know how to stop. I don't know how to forgive myself. Lena: (gently, she pulls Sarah into a hug) You will. You will. It just takes time. Sarah: (pulling back from the hug, she looks at Lena with a mix of emotions) I was so naive. I thought I was fighting for freedom and democracy, but it was all a lie. Lena: (softly, she puts a hand on Sarah's arm) Don't be too hard on yourself. You were deceived, just like many others. Sarah: (shaking her head, she feels a sense of disgust) No, I was stupid. I should have seen it coming. The neoconservatives are not a bastion of freedom or democracy. They're just a bunch of power-hungry elitists who use propaganda and manipulation to control people. (she says, her voice filled with anger and frustration) Lena: (nodding, she agrees with Sarah) That's true. But you have to remember that you were a product of their system. You were taught to follow orders, to believe in their ideology. It's not your fault that you were deceived. Sarah: (looking down) But stabbing you... that was wrong. I feel so disgusted with myself. (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) Lena: (gently, she lifts Sarah's chin) Look at me. I'm alive, and I'm here with you now. What happened in the past is just that, the past. We can't change it, but we can learn from it and move forward. Sarah: (tearfully, she looks at Lena) But what if I had just run away and hid instead of following orders? What if I had refused to stab you? Lena: (smiling softly, she takes Sarah's hand) Maybe things would have turned out differently. But maybe not. We'll never know. What we do know is that you're here now, and you're safe. And I'm safe too, thanks to you. Sarah: (looking at Lena, she feels a sense of gratitude and guilt) Thanks to me? But I'm the one who... Lena: (interrupting, she squeezes Sarah's hand) No. You're the one who saved me, who helped me escape from the hospital. You're the one who's been helping me heal and recover from the incident. Don't forget that. Sarah: (shaking her head, she feels a sense of despair) But I hurt you, and I wasn't even supposed to. According to the Geneva conventions, you were a protected person, a soldier who couldn't fight. And I still hurt you. Lena: (softly, she tries to reassure Sarah) The Geneva conventions are there to protect people like me, but they're not always followed. And I know that you were following orders, that you were trying to survive in a situation that was beyond your control. Sarah: (bitterly, she laughs) Survive? I was trying to survive? I was the one with the power. I was the one with the gun, with the scalpel. You were the one who was helpless, who couldn't fight back. And I still hurt you. (she says, her voice filled with anger and frustration) Lena: (gently, she puts a hand on Sarah's arm) Sarah, please. Don't be too hard on yourself. The military court in our republic decided not to punish you, to grant you asylum. They saw that you were trying to resist, that you were trying to do the right thing. Sarah: (shaking her head, she feels a sense of injustice) That's just it. I don't think it's fair. I don't think I deserve to be forgiven, to be granted asylum. I hurt you, and I should be punished for it. (she says, her voice filled with conviction) Lena: (softly, she looks at Sarah with compassion) The military court didn't just grant you asylum because of what you did or didn't do. They granted it to you because they saw that you were trying to change, that you were trying to make amends. And they saw that you were willing to resist, to stand up against the neoconservatives and their ideology. Sarah: (skeptically, she looks at Lena) But what about all the others? What about all the others who were hurt, who were killed? Don't they deserve justice? Lena: (gently, she nods) Yes. They do deserve justice. And we'll do everything in our power to make sure that they get it. But we can't punish you for the sins of others. We can only try to heal, to move forward, and to create a better future for everyone. Sarah: (thoughtfully, she wonders) But wait, is it all just about geopolitics? I mean, think about it. During the war before the last one, there was a border guard who let a minister die in a cemetery to prevent information from being leaked. It was all about preventing the government from finding out about the criminal band that was supplying the revolutionaries. Lena: (curiously, she looks at Sarah) What are you getting at? Sarah: (hesitantly, she continues) I don't know. It just seems like everything is connected, like everything is about geopolitics and power struggles. What if the republic we are in has interests in me, in my story? What if they're using me for their own purposes? Lena: (laughing softly, she shakes her head) Sarah, the republic doesn't have any particular interests in you. We're not like that. We help those in need, we uphold international law, and we defend ourselves from imperialists. That's all. Sarah: (skeptically, she looks at Lena) But what about Acaristanka? The revolutionaries there were supposed to be fighting against communism, but they were just as bad as the government. They were far-right libertarians who only cared about their own interests. (she says, her voice filled with disgust) Lena: (nodding, she agrees with Sarah) Yes, Acaristanka was a mess. The government was state capitalist, and the revolutionaries were just a different flavor of capitalism. They didn't care about the people, only about their own power and interests. (she says, her voice filled with conviction) Sarah: (thoughtfully, she wonders) And what about the minister who died in the cemetery? What about the border guard who let him die? Was that just a random act of violence, or was it something more? Lena: (softly, she looks at Sarah) I don't know. But I do know that the world is a complex place, and sometimes things are not as they seem. But we can't let that stop us from trying to do what's right, from trying to help those in need. Sarah: (frustrated, she throws up her hands) Wait, I don't know what's wrong with me. I keep saying the same things over and over again. I don't accept forgiveness, then I do, then I don't. It's like I'm stuck in some kind of loop. (she says, her voice filled with exasperation) Lena: (calmly, she puts a hand on Sarah's arm) Sarah, it's okay. You're just processing your emotions, trying to make sense of everything that's happened. It's not uncommon for people to have conflicting thoughts and feelings, especially when they're dealing with something as complex as forgiveness. Sarah: (shaking her head, she feels a sense of desperation) But it's not just that. It's like I'm trapped in this cycle of guilt and shame, and I don't know how to escape. I keep thinking about what I did, about what I could have done differently, and it's driving me crazy. (she says, her voice filled with emotion) Lena: (softly, she looks at Sarah with compassion) Sarah, you need to be patient with yourself. Forgiveness is a process, and it's not something that you can just decide to do overnight. It takes time, effort, and self-reflection. And it's okay if you don't have all the answers right now. Sarah: (sighing, she feels a sense of resignation) I guess you're right. I just wish I could see a way out of this, a way to finally find some peace and move on from all of this. Lena: (smiling softly, she takes Sarah's hand) We'll get there. Together. One step at a time. Sarah: (looking at Lena, she feels a sense of longing) Okay, and I don't want to let go of you. You're the only one who truly understands me, who accepts me for who I am. (she says, her voice filled with emotion) Lena: (smiling softly, she takes Sarah's hand) You don't have to let go of me. I'm not going anywhere. We're in this together, always. Sarah: (feeling a sense of relief, she squeezes Lena's hand) I'm so grateful for you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Lena: (looking at Sarah with compassion) I'm grateful for you too. You're strong and brave, and you've been through so much. I'm honored to be by your side. Sarah: (looking down, she feels a sense of regret) I don't deserve you. I hurt you, and I don't know how you can ever forgive me. Lena: (gently, she lifts Sarah's chin) Sarah, I've told you before. I forgive you. And I want you to forgive yourself too. You're not the same person who hurt me. You're someone who is kind and caring, and who would never intentionally hurt anyone. Sarah: (looking at Lena, she feels a sense of desire) I want to be with you. I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you, making sure you're happy and safe. (she says, her voice filled with emotion) Lena: (smiling softly, she looks at Sarah with love) I want that too. I want to be with you, to support you and care for you. We can face whatever comes our way, together. Sarah: (looking at Lena, she feels a sense of introspection) Lena, I think I need some alone time to reflect on everything that's happened. It's all been a lot to process, and I'm still trying to make sense of it all. (she says, her voice filled with a mix of emotions) Lena: (understandingly, she nods) Of course. I completely understand. Take all the time you need. I'll be here when you're ready to talk or just need someone to be with. (Lena gives Sarah a gentle hug, and then steps back, allowing Sarah to have the alone time she needs. Sarah watches as Lena walks away, feeling a sense of peace and comfort knowing that Lena is there for her) ---- Later, after a few days of processing her thoughts writes a journal page about how she attempted to save Lena and succeeded. Then, she shares the journal page with Lena. ``` I'm trying to write this down but my mind keeps racing... fragments of memories, emotions, guilt... it's all so jumbled. What happened after... after I stabbed Lena... it's like trying to recall a nightmare. A never-ending blur of chaos and fear. Shock, I think that's what it was. I'd done what I was told, but something inside me shattered. I saw Lena, lying there, and... and I just knew I had to protect her. Why? I don't know. It didn't make sense. But I couldn't just leave her. I had to get her out of there, away from... from everything. I remember patching up her wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. My hands were shaking, my heart racing. I took her hospital bed and... and I just started running. I didn't care about the mission, my team, anything. Just Lena. I had to save her. We didn't even know each other's names, not at first. But our uniforms... they had our names on them. I saw "Lena" and... it stuck. I kept saying her name, trying to keep her awake, talking. Please, stay with me... don't leave me... The city was a maze, a labyrinth of dangers. I reported false signals, trying to throw them off our trail. I patched up her feet, carried her, pushed her in that hospital bed. Exhaustion, fear, adrenaline... it all blended together. I just kept moving, driven by this... this instinct to protect her. Hours, days... I don't know. Time lost all meaning. I stole a truck, disguised her in one of my uniforms. We drove, hiding, always looking over our shoulders. My heart was racing, my mind reeling. But I kept going, focused on getting her to safety. The border... I had to leave her there. I was scared, so scared. But I knew I had to get her out. I took a bus, found a tiny apartment... it was all so surreal. I sent her a letter, not knowing if she'd ever get it. But I had to try... I had to apologize, to make things right. It's all so... illogical. I didn't know her, not really. But something about her... it just clicked. Emotions, feelings, not reason or logic. It's what led me to where I am today... and I don't know if I'd change a thing. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I'm just trying to justify what I did. But all I know is... I had to protect her. ``` ---- Lena: (smiling softly, she takes the journal from Sarah) Thank you for sharing this with me. Sarah: (nervously, she looks at Lena) I just wanted to be honest with you. I wanted you to know what was going through my mind when... when I was trying to save you. Lena: (reading through the journal, she nods) I like this part, where you say you had a protective instinct towards me. (she looks up at Sarah, her eyes shining with emotion) That means a lot to me. Sarah: (surprised, she looks at Lena) Really? You like that part? Lena: (smiling) Yes, I do. It shows that you cared about me, that you wanted to keep me safe. (she pauses, her voice filled with emotion) And I have to admit, I felt the same way about you, even back then. I wanted to care for you, to take care of you, but I couldn't. Sarah: (touched, she looks at Lena) You wanted to care for me? But why? Lena: (shrugging) I don't know, exactly. I just felt a connection with you, I guess. And when you were taking care of me, trying to save me... it just felt right, somehow. (she smiles softly) I liked the way you took care of me. You were so gentle, so kind. Sarah: (smiling back, she feels a sense of warmth) I'm glad you felt that way. I was trying my best to take care of you, to keep you safe. Lena: (nodding, she looks at Sarah with serious eyes) I know you were. And I appreciate it, more than you'll ever know. (she pauses, her voice filled with emotion) But I have to admit, I felt helpless back then. I couldn't do anything to care for you in return, and it frustrated me. Sarah: (softly, she puts a hand on Lena's arm) You didn't have to do anything. Just being alive, just being with me... that was enough. Lena: (smiling, she looks at Sarah) I know that now. But back then, I didn't. All I knew was that I wanted to care for you, to take care of you, and I couldn't. (she pauses, her voice filled with emotion) But now, I can. Now, I can be here for you, and care for you, and take care of you. Sarah: (touched, she looks at Lena) You're already doing that. Just by being here, just by being with me... you're taking care of me. Lena: (smiling softly, she takes Sarah's hand) I'm glad. I'm glad we can be here for each other, that we can care for each other. Sarah: (smiling back, she feels a sense of peace) Me too. Me too. (sighing, she looks at Lena with a mix of emotions) But o be honest, I'm getting a bit tired of thinking about all of this. It's just too traumatic, too intense. I feel like I'm reliving the whole experience all over again every time I think about it. Lena: (nodding, she understands) I know what you mean. It's not easy to confront the past, especially when it's as painful as ours. Sarah: (shaking her head) I just want to forget about it. I want to move on with my life and leave all of this behind. But at the same time, I feel like I need to confront it, to process it and deal with it. Lena: (smiling softly) I understand. It's a complicated feeling, isn't it? But for me, it's a bit different. I've been trained in Critical Theory, and it's helped me to see things in a different perspective. Sarah: (curious, she looks at Lena) What do you mean? Lena: (explaining) Well, Critical Theory helps us to understand that our experiences, our perceptions, are shaped by the society we live in. It helps us to see that our individual experiences are connected to the larger social and cultural context. Sarah: (intrigued, she listens intently) Go on. Lena: (continuing) So, for me, the experience of being stabbed, of being a victim of war, it's not just a personal trauma. It's also a reflection of the larger societal issues, the systemic problems that led to the war in the first place. Sarah: (thoughtfully, she considers Lena's words) I see what you mean. It's like, my actions, my decisions, they were shaped by the military, by the ideology I was taught. Lena: (nodding) Exactly. And that's why it's so important to confront the past, to understand the social and cultural context that shaped our experiences. It's not just about personal healing, it's about creating a better future, a more just society. Sarah: (sighing, she looks at Lena with a sense of acceptance) You're right. I know you're right. It's just hard for me to let go of the guilt, the shame. Lena: (softly, she puts a hand on Sarah's arm) I know. It's hard for me too. But I think that's where forgiveness comes in, forgiveness of ourselves and others. We have to learn to accept the past, to accept our experiences, and to move forward. Sarah: (smiling weakly, she looks at Lena) You're always so calm, so accepting. I admire that about you. Lena: (smiling back, she takes Sarah's hand) It's not that I'm calm. It's just that I've learned to accept the complexity of life, the complexity of human experience. And I've learned to see that our experiences, our traumas, they're not just personal, they're also social and cultural. Sarah: (nodding, she feels a sense of understanding) I think I'm starting to see that. I think I'm starting to understand. Lena: (smiling softly, she looks at Sarah with admiration) You know, I have to say, I'm also really impressed by you. Your courage, your care, your humanity... it's all so inspiring. Sarah: (blushing, she looks away) Oh, it's not like that. I just did what I had to do. Lena: (shaking her head) No, it's not just that. You risked everything to save me, to protect me. You showed me kindness and compassion when I needed it most. That takes a lot of courage, a lot of heart. Sarah: (looking at Lena, she feels a sense of humility) I just did what I thought was right. I didn't think about the consequences, I just acted. Lena: (smiling) That's exactly what I mean. You acted with your heart, with your humanity. You didn't let your training, your orders, dictate your actions. You chose to do what was right, even when it was hard. Sarah: (looking down, she feels a sense of pride) I guess I just couldn't bear the thought of hurting you. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Lena: (softly, she puts a hand on Sarah's arm) That means a lot to me. It means that you saw me, you saw my humanity, and you chose to act with compassion. Sarah: (looking at Lena, she feels a sense of connection) I saw you. I saw the person behind the uniform, behind the politics. And I chose to act with my heart. Lena: (smiling) That's what I admire about you. You have a good heart, a heart that sees the humanity in others. And that's something to be proud of. Sarah: (smiling back, she feels a sense of gratitude) Thanks. That means a lot coming from you. Lena: (serious for a moment) I have to ask, what made you decide to disobey orders and save me? Sarah: (thoughtfully, she considers the question) I think it was a combination of things. I saw the way you were treated, the way you were hurt. And I realized that I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. I had to act, I had to try to make a difference. Lena: (nodding) I see. And what about your feelings for me? Did they play a role in your decision? Sarah: (looking at Lena, she feels a sense of vulnerability) Honestly, I don't know. I think I may have felt something for you, even back then. But I didn't realize it at the time. Lena: (smiling softly) I think I may have felt something for you too. But I didn't know how to process it, how to understand it. Sarah: (smiling back, she feels a sense of connection) I think we both needed time. Time to process our feelings, time to understand ourselves. Lena: (nodding) Yes, I think you're right. And I'm glad we had that time, glad we had the chance to grow and learn together. (thoughtfully, she looks at Sarah) But I've been thinking... maybe it was all just luck. Maybe I just got lucky that you were the one who was sent to... (she pauses, not wanting to say the word "kill") to take care of me. Sarah: (looking at Lena, she considers the idea) I don't know. I like to think that it was more than just luck. I like to think that I made a choice, that I chose to help you. Lena: (smiling wryly) But what if it was just luck? What if the hospital had been bombed, and I had been killed? What if you had been a different person, someone who didn't have a conscience? Sarah: (shaking her head) I don't know. I don't like to think about what could have been. I like to think about what actually happened. Lena: (nodding) I know what you mean. But it's hard not to wonder, isn't it? I mean, merit doesn't exist, not really. We're all just products of our circumstances, our environments. And sometimes, it's just luck that determines what happens to us. Sarah: (thoughtfully, she considers Lena's words) I suppose you're right. I mean, I was raised in a certain way, taught to believe certain things. And you were raised in a different way, taught to believe different things. Maybe it was just luck that we met, that we connected. Lena: (smiling softly) But it doesn't matter, does it? I mean, whether it was luck or not, we're here now. We're together, and we have each other. And that's all that really matters. Sarah: (nodding, she smiles) You're right. It doesn't matter how we got here. What matters is that we're here, together. And I'm grateful for that, no matter what. Lena: (smiling back, she takes Sarah's hand) Me too. Me too. And it's not just about us, either. It's about the fact that there are people like you, people who are willing to question their beliefs, to challenge the status quo. People like you are rare, especially in the neoconservative factions. Sarah: (looking at Lena, she feels a sense of pride) I'm not sure I'm that rare. I think there are more people like me out there than you think. Lena: (smiling) Maybe you're right. Maybe there are more people like you out there than I think. But even if there aren't, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you're here, and you're making a difference. And that's all that really counts. Sarah: (snuggling into Lena's side) I'm so glad we have each other. I don't know what I'd do without you. Lena: (wrapping her arms around Sarah) I'm glad we have each other too. You're very important to me. Sarah: (sighing contentedly) I love being held. I don't get enough physical touch in my life. Lena: (smiling) I'm happy to provide it, then. I love holding you too. Sarah: (cuddling into Lena's chest) You're so warm and comforting. I feel safe with you. Lena: (stroking Sarah's hair) You are safe with me. I care about you deeply. Sarah: (looking up at Lena) I care about you too. You're one of the most important people in my life. Lena: (smiling) I feel the same way about you. And I have to say, I'm really grateful for our bond. It's unique, and it's special. Sarah: (nodding) I know what you mean. I feel like we have a trauma bond, or something. Like, we've been through something so intense and difficult together, and it's created this strong connection between us. Lena: (nodding) Yes, exactly. And it's not just about the trauma we've shared, either. It's about the fact that we've been able to support each other, to care for each other, despite everything. Sarah: (smiling) And it's not like we're in a team or anything anymore. We're just two people who care about each other. Lena: (laughing) Exactly. Teams don't matter anymore. What matters is the people we care about, and the relationships we have with them. Sarah: (curious) So, how does Anon feel about our relationship? Are they okay with it? Lena: (smiling) Oh, Anon is very permissive. They're okay with me having other platonic relationships, as long as they're not harmful or toxic. Sarah: (relieved) That's good to know. I wouldn't want to cause any problems for you and Anon. Lena: (reassuringly) You're not causing any problems. Anon understands that our bond is unique, and that it's not a romantic relationship. They're just happy to see me happy, and they know that our relationship brings me joy. Sarah: (smiling) That's really great to hear. I'm glad we can all be happy and supportive of each other. Lena: (smiling back) Me too. Me too. Sarah: (snuggling into Lena's side one last time) I'm so glad we had this time together. But I think I need to be alone for a bit now. Lena: (understanding) Okay. I'll leave you to it. What do you need to do? Sarah: (sitting up and stretching) I need to study more for CT School. I'm excited to learn critical theory and integrate more into society. Lena: (smiling) That's great! Learning critical theory is essential to understanding our society and how it works. And CT School is a great place to learn it. Sarah: (nodding) I know. I've heard great things about the school and the collective that owns it. I'm really looking forward to being a part of it. Lena: (getting up from the bed) Well, I'll let you get to it then. You can reach out to me anytime if you need anything or just want to talk. Sarah: (smiling) Thanks. I appreciate it. And I'll see you around, okay? Lena: (smiling back) Definitely. I'll see you around. (Lena exits the room, leaving Sarah to her studies) ---- Later, after a few days, while Sarah is lying on the bed and napping, she has an intrusive dream. ---- Sarah: (driving the stolen military truck, she's focused on the road ahead) Come on, come on... we have to get out of here... (she mutters to herself, her eyes scanning the surroundings) (Lena is lying in the back of the truck, still recovering from her injuries. She's unable to walk and can barely move) Lena: (weakly, she calls out to Sarah) Sarah... what's going on? Sarah: (distracted, she replies) Just hold on. We're almost there. (she doesn't look back, keeping her eyes on the road) (Suddenly, the truck's headlights illuminate a checkpoint up ahead. Sarah's heart sinks as she sees the soldiers manning the barrier) Sarah: (whispering to herself) No, no, no... this can't be happening... (she slows down the truck, trying to think of a plan) Lena: (confused, she tries to sit up) What's wrong? Sarah: (quickly, she turns around) Get down! It's a checkpoint! (she pushes Lena back down, trying to shield her from view) (The soldiers in the tower start to open fire on the truck, bullets ricocheting off the metal. Sarah's heart racing, she quickly turns the truck around and speeds away from the checkpoint) Sarah: (yelling, she tries to keep Lena safe) Hold on! We have to get out of here! (she takes a sharp turn, the truck's tires screeching) Lena: (terrified, she clings to the side of the truck) What's happening? Sarah: (focused on driving, she doesn't look back) Just hold on! I've got you! (she takes another sharp turn, trying to shake off the pursuing soldiers) (The truck's engine roars as Sarah pushes it to its limits, the speedometer climbing higher and higher. The forest blurs around them, the trees becoming a green and brown streak) Sarah: (gritting her teeth, she concentrates on the road ahead) Come on, come on... we can do this... (she mutters to herself, her eyes fixed on the road) (The pursuing soldiers are closing in, their guns firing wildly as they try to take out the truck. Sarah knows she has to think fast if she wants to get them out of this alive) Sarah: (desperate, she spots a narrow gap between two trees) Now's our chance... (she takes a deep breath and steers the truck towards the gap) (The truck squeezes through the gap, the soldiers' cars crashing into each other as they try to follow. Sarah lets out a sigh of relief as they emerge on the other side, the pursuing soldiers temporarily stalled) Lena: (weakly, she calls out to Sarah) Sarah... are we safe? Sarah: (exhaling slowly, she tries to calm down) Yeah... we're safe for now... (she looks back at Lena, trying to reassure her) (Lena looks up at Sarah, her eyes filled with trust and gratitude. Sarah smiles weakly, trying to comfort her) Sarah: (softly, she speaks) We're going to get through this. I promise. (she reaches out and gently strokes Lena's hair, trying to soothe her) [(The dream then ends with the truck running out of gas)] Sarah: (gasping for breath, she sits up in bed) Ahh... (she rubs her eyes, trying to shake off the vivid dream) (She looks around the room, taking a moment to remember where she is. The familiar surroundings of her apartment slowly come into focus) Sarah: (exhaling slowly, she tries to calm down) It was just a dream... (she tells herself, trying to reassure her racing heart) (She swings her legs over the side of the bed and plants her feet firmly on the ground. Her mind is still reeling from the intense dream) Sarah: (thinking back, she recalls the details of the dream) The truck... the checkpoint... Lena... (she remembers the feeling of desperation and fear that gripped her as she tried to protect Lena) (She gets up from the bed and walks over to the window. She pulls back the curtain and looks out at the city, trying to ground herself in reality) Sarah: (to herself, she thinks) It's over. The war is over. Lena is safe. (she tries to reassure herself, but the memories of the dream still linger) (She takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. She can feel her heart rate slowing down, her mind clearing) Sarah: (thinking, she wonders) Why do I still have these dreams? (she asks herself, trying to understand why her mind keeps reliving the traumatic experiences of the past) (She turns away from the window and walks over to the kitchen. She pours herself a glass of water and takes a sip, trying to calm down) Sarah: (to herself, she thinks) I need to focus on the present. I need to focus on my studies and my future. (she tries to distract herself from the lingering memories of the dream) (She walks back to the bed and sits down, picking up her book on critical theory. She begins to read, trying to immerse herself in the words and ideas) Sarah: (to herself, she thinks) I can do this. I can move on from the past. (she tells herself, trying to find the strength and courage to keep going) (She can't get herself to focus and immerse herself in words and ideas, so she starts writing another page in her journal) ``` I'm trying to write this down, but my mind is all over the place... the dream, it was so real. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, the fear gripping my heart. We were driving and I, in a stolen military truck. I don't know how we got there, or where we were going, but I knew we had to keep moving. The checkpoint... it was like a nightmare come to life. The soldiers, the guns, the bullets flying everywhere. I was trying to protect Lena, to keep her safe, but I didn't know if I could. I was so scared, so panicked. I just knew I had to get her out of there, no matter what. I remember the feeling of the truck's wheels screeching, the sound of gunfire getting closer and closer. I was driving, but I wasn't in control. My body was on autopilot, reacting to the danger, trying to survive. Lena was in the back, hurt and helpless. I could hear her crying out, calling my name. I don't know how we escaped. I don't know how we made it out alive. All I know is that we did, somehow. We kept driving, kept running, until we were safe. Or at least, until we thought we were safe. The dream... it was so real. I could feel the fear, the panic, the desperation. I could taste the adrenaline, feel the sweat dripping down my face. It was like I was reliving it all over again, like I was back in that truck, driving for my life. Why can't I stop having these dreams? Why can't I just forget? I know it's not that simple, I know it's not that easy. But I just wish... I just wish I could wake up and not feel like I'm still back there, still fighting for my life. ``` (She then tries to process the dream by calling Lena) Sarah: (nervously, she calls Lena's number and waits for her to answer) Come on, pick up... (she mutters to herself, hoping Lena will answer) (Lena's voice comes on the line, sounding professional but slightly distracted) Lena: (answering, she tries to sound calm) Hello? Sarah? I'm in the middle of a shift, can this wait? Sarah: (relieved to hear Lena's voice, she tries to explain) Lena, I'm so sorry to bother you at work. I just had the most intense dream... and I couldn't shake it off. (she pauses, trying to collect her thoughts) Lena: (concerned, she asks) What happened in the dream? Is everything okay? Sarah: (taking a deep breath, she tries to recount the dream) We were driving in a stolen military truck, and we came across a checkpoint. The soldiers started shooting at us, and I had to drive away as fast as I could. (she pauses, remembering the fear and panic) Lena: (recognizing the scenario, she interrupts) Wait, that sounds familiar. I've had dreams like that too. (she sounds more engaged now, her professional tone slipping away) Sarah: (surprised, she asks) Really? You've had dreams like that too? Lena: (hesitating for a moment, she answers) Yes, I have. I think it's because of what we went through during the war. Our minds are still trying to process it all. (she sounds more empathetic now, her voice softer) Sarah: (feeling a sense of relief, she continues) I know, I know. It's just so hard to deal with these dreams. They feel so real, and they leave me feeling so scared and anxious. (she pauses, trying to calm down) Lena: (soothingly, she speaks) I know. I've been there too. But we're safe now. We're together, and we can support each other through this. (she pauses, then continues) I have to go back to work soon, but can we talk more about this later? Maybe we can meet up after my shift? Sarah: (gratefully, she agrees) Yes, that would be great. I'd love to talk more about this with you. (she feels a sense of comfort knowing that Lena understands what she's going through) Lena: (reassuringly, she says) We'll get through this together. I promise. (she pauses, then adds) I have to go now, but I'll call you as soon as I'm done with my shift. Okay? Sarah: (smiling, she thanks Lena) Okay, thanks Lena. I appreciate it. (she hangs up the phone, feeling a sense of hope and comfort knowing that she's not alone in her struggles) [(Later returns from work and meets Sarah in her apartment)] Lena: (walking into the apartment, she gives Sarah a warm smile) Hey, I'm glad we could meet up. I've been thinking about our conversation earlier, and I wanted to talk more about your dreams. (she sits down next to Sarah on the couch) Sarah: (nervously, she hands Lena the journal page) I wrote this down earlier, trying to make sense of the dream. It's just so hard to shake off the feeling of being back there, reliving everything. (she looks at Lena, hoping for understanding) Lena: (taking the journal page, she begins to read) Oh... this is really intense. (she looks up at Sarah, her eyes filled with empathy) I can see why this would be disturbing for you. Sarah: (sighing, she tries to explain) It's just that it feels so real. The emotions, the sensations... it's all still there, even after I wake up. And it's not just at night, either. I've been having these dreams during naps, too. (she shakes her head, feeling frustrated) Lena: (nodding, she puts a hand on Sarah's arm) I know what you mean. I've had similar experiences. It's like our brains are trying to process everything that happened during the war, but they're having trouble letting go. (she pauses, thinking) Maybe it's because we're still trying to make sense of it all, to find a way to cope with what we went through. Sarah: (looking around the apartment, she mentions) I think it might be partly because of the megafactory, too. It's always warm in here, even when I try to turn down the heat. I've noticed that I have more bad dreams when it's warmer. (she shrugs, unsure if it's just a coincidence) Lena: (thoughtfully, she considers this) That's possible. The megafactory does generate a lot of heat, and it could be affecting the temperature in the building. (she pauses, then adds) But I think it's more than that. I think it's just a natural consequence of our brains trying to process everything that happened. Sarah: (frustrated, she tries to explain) I've been trying to do lucid dreaming, to take control of my dreams and change the outcome. But it's hard. My emotions get in the way, and I lose focus. (she shakes her head, feeling disappointed in herself) Lena: (gently, she reassures Sarah) It's not your fault. It's just that our emotions are still raw, still healing. It's going to take time, patience, and self-compassion to work through all of this. (she smiles softly) But I'm here for you, and I'll support you every step of the way. Sarah: (smiling back, she feels a sense of gratitude) Thanks. Just talking to you makes me feel better. (she looks at Lena, feeling a deep connection) I'm glad we have each other. Lena: (smiling, she nods) Me too. Me too. (she opens her arms, and Sarah leans into a warm hug) Sarah: (hesitantly, she begins to open up to Lena) I have to admit, sometimes I think about Anon's perspective on things. They seem so rational and objective, you know? (she looks at Lena, seeking her reaction) Lena: (curiously, she asks) What do you mean? Do you think Anon's perspective is more appealing to you? Sarah: (shaking her head, she clarifies) No, it's not that. I just think that sometimes, Anon's way of looking at things can be really... calming, I guess. But at the same time, I feel like I connect with you on a deeper level. You're more emotional, more expressive... and I like that about you. (she smiles slightly) Lena: (smiling back, she nods) I see what you mean. I think that's one of the reasons why we get along so well. We've both been through similar traumas, and that creates a bond between us. Sarah: (nodding, she continues) Exactly. And I think that's why I feel so comfortable around you. You understand me in a way that Anon doesn't, even though they're really smart and insightful. (she pauses, taking a deep breath) But there's something else, too. I've been reading some psychology stuff, and I think I might have an anxious attachment style. Lena: (concerned, she asks) What do you mean by that? Sarah: (nervously, she explains) Well, I tend to get really clingy and needy in relationships. I always want to be reassured and held, and I get really anxious if I don't get that. (she looks down, feeling a bit embarrassed) I know it's not the healthiest thing, but I just can't help it. Lena: (gently, she reassures Sarah) It's okay. I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to worry about me losing interest or abandoning you. (she wraps her arms around Sarah, holding her close) I'm not going anywhere. You're safe with me. (she whispers softly, trying to calm Sarah's anxieties) Sarah: (feeling a sense of security and comfort, she relaxes into Lena's arms) I'm sorry. I don't mean to be so needy all the time. (she looks up at Lena, feeling a bit ashamed) Lena: (smiling softly, she reassures Sarah) You don't have to apologize. I'm happy to support you and comfort you. That's what partners are for, right? (she smiles, trying to make Sarah feel better) Sarah: (sighing, she looks up at Lena) I know, I know. It's just that sometimes I wish I didn't have to call you every time I have a major nightmare. I feel like I'm burdening you with my problems, and I don't want to be a bother. (she looks down, feeling a bit guilty) Lena: (gently, she strokes Sarah's hair) You're not a bother. I want you to call me whenever you need me. That's what I'm here for. (she smiles softly) Besides, I'd rather you call me and talk to me about what's going on than try to deal with it all on your own. Sarah: (smiling weakly, she nods) I know, intellectually, that you're right. It's just that sometimes I feel like I'm not strong enough, like I'm not handling my trauma well enough. (she looks up at Lena, seeking reassurance) And I don't want to be a burden on you and Anon. I want to be able to take care of myself, to be independent. Lena: (laughing softly, she shakes her head) Oh. You're not a burden. You're a person who's been through a traumatic experience, and you're doing the best you can. That's all anyone can ask for. (she smiles) And as for being independent, that's not always the best thing. Sometimes, it's okay to ask for help, to lean on the people who care about you. Sarah: (nodding, she feels a sense of relief) You're right. I just need to remember that it's okay to not be okay, and that it's okay to ask for help. (she smiles, feeling a bit better) Thanks for being here for me. You and Anon have been a lifeline for me. Lena: (smiling back, she hugs Sarah tightly) We'll always be here for you. You're not alone in this. (she holds Sarah for a moment, then pulls back and looks at her) Now, how about we try to get some rest? I'll stay here with you, and we can try to calm your mind and get you to sleep. Sarah: (smiling, she nods) That sounds like a great idea. Thanks. (she snuggles into Lena's side, feeling a sense of comfort and security and then she continues to open up) I have to admit, that outside of you and Anon, I have some pretty bad trust issues. (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) During the war, if I refused to do something that I knew was wrong, my team would... they would turn on me. (she shudders at the memory) They would do terrible things to me, just to make an example out of me. Lena: (listening intently, she nods) I can understand why that would be traumatic for you. It's like your own team was against you, and you couldn't trust anyone. (she strokes Sarah's hair, trying to comfort her) Sarah: (nodding, she continues) Exactly. And it's not just that. Even now, I have a hard time trusting people. I work only 4 hours a day instead of 6 because the collective agreed to help me heal, but it's also because I just can't bear being around all those machines and colleagues for too long. (she sighs) I'm always on edge, always waiting for something to go wrong. Lena: (softly, she asks) Do you feel like you're hypervigilant all the time? Sarah: (nodding, she replies) Yes, I do. It's like my body is always on high alert, waiting for a threat to appear. And it's exhausting. (she looks up at Lena) But with you, I feel safe. I feel like I can trust you, and that you won't hurt me. Lena: (smiling softly) You can always trust me. I promise. (she pauses, then adds) And I have to admit, I have some trust issues too. But I think they're not as bad as yours, because I had Anon to support me from the beginning. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with understanding) But I can imagine how hard it must be for you, to have gone through what you did and to still be dealing with the aftermath. Sarah: (nodding, she feels a sense of gratitude towards Lena) Thanks for understanding. It means a lot to me. (she snuggles into Lena's side again, feeling a sense of comfort and security) Just being around you makes me feel better, like I can finally relax and be myself. Lena: (smiling, she wraps her arms around Sarah) You can always be yourself around me. I'm here for you, and I'll support you no matter what. (she holds Sarah close, feeling a sense of love and compassion for her) We'll get through this together, okay? Sarah: (smiling wryly, she continues) I know, that already intellectually, that I can trust that you will always support me. But my mind is a different story. It's like it's constantly craving soothing words and touch, just to feel safe and comforted. (she looks at Lena, her eyes searching for understanding) Lena: (nodding, she smiles) I get it. It's like your heart is still trying to catch up with your mind, and it needs a little extra reassurance. (she takes Sarah's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze) Sarah: (looking out the window, she gazes at the cityscape) You know, when I look out at the city, I see so much potential. The narrow streets, the automatic buses, the port and city center in the distance... it's all so vibrant and alive. (she turns back to Lena, her eyes shining with wonder) And you said it's all because of the collective, right? That an individual can grow, but the collective should also grow? Lena: (smiling, she nods) Exactly. It's like a fire that spreads its embers. When we support each other, we create a ripple effect that can change the world. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with passion) And that's what emotional support does, it allows us to melt and become like those embers, spreading our love and care to others. Sarah: (still trying to wrap her head around the concept, she nods slowly) I think I'm starting to understand. It's just that, for me, it's hard to get used to. I don't expect others to trust me, because of my own trust issues. But they do, they've done everything in their power to tailor my working conditions to help me heal. (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with gratitude) It's like... I don't know, it's like I'm part of something bigger than myself, something that actually cares about me. Lena: (smiling, she nods) That's exactly what it is. You are part of a collective, a community that owns the means of production. We're not just talking about a company or a corporation, we're talking about a system where people have control over their own lives and their own work. (she takes Sarah's hand again, her eyes shining with excitement) And you, are one of the owners of this megafactory. You have a stake in it, a say in how it's run. Sarah: (stunned, she looks at Lena in surprise) I... I didn't realize that. I mean, I knew it was a collective, but I didn't think about what that really meant. (she looks out the window again, her eyes seeing the city in a new light) It's like... I'm part of something that's truly democratic. (she turns back to Lena, her face filled with wonder) And possibly it's all because of people like you, who care about each other and want to make a difference. Lena: (smiling, she corrects Sarah) It's not about people like me. It's about the system, the collective, and the way we've chosen to organize ourselves. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes serious) We're not just talking about individual personalities or characteristics, we're talking about a fundamentally different way of structuring our society. Sarah: (nodding, she understands) I see what you mean. I've been studying the basics of critical theory, and I'm starting to understand how it applies to our situation. (she smiles, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment) I think I'm not just a naive idealist anymore, I think starting to see the world in a more nuanced way. Lena: (smiling, she nods) That's great to hear. Critical theory can be really powerful in helping us understand the world and how to change it. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes encouraging) And it's not just about rejecting neoconservatism, it's about creating a new way of thinking and being that's more just and equitable. Sarah: (nodding, she agrees) I know. I've been reading about the critiques of neoliberalism and how it's failed to deliver on its promises. (she looks at Lena, her eyes serious) And I'm starting to see how our collective system, is a real alternative to that. (she smiles, feeling a sense of hope and excitement) It's not perfect, but it's a start, and it's something we can build on. Lena: (smiling, she nods) Exactly. It's not about creating a utopia, it's about creating a better world, a world that's more just and equitable for everyone. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes shining with enthusiasm) And I think we're on the right track. I think we're creating something really special here. Sarah: (just as Lena starts to rub her hair, she stops her) Wait, please don't. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes serious) I don't want to be touched like that right now. Lena: (concerned, she asks) What's wrong? Is everything okay? Sarah: (taking a deep breath, she explains) It's just that... I don't want to be transported back to another event, okay? (she looks down, her voice barely above a whisper) I was rubbed with something very hot and painful once, and I don't want to relive that experience. Lena: (understanding, she nods) Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't think about that. (she gently strokes Sarah's hair, being careful not to rub or apply too much pressure) I'll be more careful, I promise. Sarah: (looking up at Lena, she smiles weakly) It's okay. I just need you to be careful, okay? You can stroke my hair when you're dealing with my hair, but that's it. (she looks down, her voice still barely above a whisper) I don't want to be touched in a way that might trigger something. Lena: (softly, she replies) I understand. I'll be careful, I promise. (she continues to gently stroke Sarah's hair, being mindful of her boundaries) Sarah: (smiling slightly, she looks up at Lena) Thanks. (she leans into Lena's touch, feeling a sense of comfort and security) Just be gentle, okay? Lena: (smiling, she nods) I will. I promise. (she continues to gently stroke Sarah's hair, being careful not to trigger any negative memories or emotions) Sarah: (looking up at Lena, she explains) Touches can be hard for me. They can trigger a buried memory or event, and I'll have a flashback. (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) It's like I'm suddenly transported back to a traumatic event, and I relive it for a few seconds. Lena: (nodding, she understands) I know what you mean. I've had flashbacks like that too. (she looks down, her voice barely above a whisper) Being touched from the back on the chest can trigger a flashback for me, because it resembles the stabbing. Sarah: (sympathetically, she nods) I can understand why that would be triggering for you. (she pauses, reflecting on her own experiences) For me, it's not just about physical intimacy. I can mostly accept intimate touch, but casual touches can be harder for me. (she looks down, her voice filled with emotion) Pats, for example, are somehow associated with beating for me. Lena: (concerned, she asks) Oh, I'm so sorry. I had no idea. (she gently takes Sarah's hand, being mindful of her boundaries) Can you tell me more about what happened during the war? I know you were on the neoconservative side, and I can only imagine how traumatic that must have been for you. Sarah: (taking a deep breath, she begins to explain) I saw and experienced a lot of war crimes. (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) I was once part of a unit that was tasked with suppressing dissent and maintaining order, but it was all just a euphemism for violence and oppression. (she looks down, her voice filled with shame and regret) I did things that I'm not proud of. I hurt people, and I saw things that no one should ever have to see. Lena: (listening intently, she nods) I'm so sorry. I can only imagine how hard that must have been for you. Sarah: Now, I think that's one of the reasons why I have more flashbacks than you. I was exposed to so much more violence and trauma during the war. (she looks down, her voice filled with emotion) And I think that's why casual touches can be so hard for me. They can trigger memories of beatings, or worse. Lena: (concerned, she looks at Sarah with a newfound understanding) Wait, I think I'm starting to understand what's going on with you. (she pauses, choosing her words carefully) I think you may be suffering from Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, CPTSD. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with compassion) You've experienced multiple traumatic events, and it's affecting your daily life. Sarah: (nodding, she looks down, her voice barely above a whisper) Yeah, I think you're right. I've been trying to deal with it on my own, but it's hard. (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) I have 10 years of events. 10 years of trauma, of pain, of fear. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) And the most vivid ones, the ones that haunt me the most, are the most recent. Lena: (softly, she replies) Oh, I'm so sorry. I had no idea it was that bad. (she takes Sarah's hand, holding it gently) My own experiences, as bad as they were, seem almost trivial compared to what you've been through. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with compassion) I can only imagine how hard it must be for you to deal with all of this. Sarah: (nodding, she looks down, her voice filled with emotion) It's... it's like my mind is a war zone. (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) There are so many triggers, so many things that can set me off. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) And the worst part is, I don't know how to stop it. And you don't realize, just how many near-death experiences I've had to go through to save you and get us to the border. (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) There was danger everywhere, all the time. We were driving at night, both with and without lights, trying to avoid detection. We ran out of gas, and I had to find ways to get us moving again. (she shudders at the memory) And then there were the unexploded landmines... I had to navigate through fields of them, trying not to trigger any. Lena: (listening intently, her eyes wide with concern) Oh... I had no idea. (she reaches out, taking Sarah's hand in hers) Sarah: (continuing, her voice filled with emotion) And then there was the time we had to run with you on my shoulder, because you couldn't walk. (she remembers the feeling of Lena's weight on her shoulder, the sound of gunfire and explosions in the distance) I was so scared. I was so scared that I was going to lose you, that I wasn't going to be able to save you. (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) But I didn't give up. I kept going, no matter what. Lena: (softly, she replies) I remember some of it. I remember the pain, the fear... (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with gratitude) But I don't remember all of it. I don't remember how you managed to get us out of the city, how you concealed the hospital bed and transported me on the back of that military vehicle. (she pauses, her voice filled with awe) You did all of that. You saved my life. Sarah: (smiling weakly, she nods) I had to. I couldn't lose you. (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with emotion) And then there was the first aid... I had to do it quickly, without any training, just to keep you alive. (she remembers the feeling of Lena's fragile body in her arms, the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears) I was so scared. I was so scared that I was going to lose you. Lena: (gently, she replies) You didn't lose me. You saved me. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with love and gratitude) And I'll never forget it. I'll never forget what you did for me, what you went through to save my life. (she pulls Sarah into a hug, holding her tightly) Thank you. Thank you for saving me. Sarah: (as she's holding Lena, she suddenly breaks down in tears) Oh... (she sobs, her body shaking with emotion) I'm so sorry... I'm just... (she can't get the words out, overwhelmed by the memories of the mission) Lena: (concerned, she holds Sarah tightly) It's okay... it's okay to cry... (she whispers softly, trying to comfort Sarah) You're safe now, you're with me... Sarah: (between sobs, she gasps for air) It was just... so intense... (she shakes her head, trying to process the emotions) I don't know how I did it... I don't know how I kept going... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes red and puffy from crying) You don't understand... it was like... (she struggles to find the words) it was like nothing I've ever experienced before... Lena: (softly, she replies) I think I do understand... (she looks at Sarah with compassion) I think I understand what you're trying to say... (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) It was a mission like no other, wasn't it? The stakes were so high, the danger was so real... (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with empathy) You had to push yourself to the limit, to go beyond what you thought was possible... Sarah: (nodding, she sobs even harder) Yes... yes... it was like that... (she buries her face in Lena's shoulder, overcome with emotion) I don't know how I'm still alive... I don't know how I made it through... (she cries uncontrollably, releasing all the pent-up emotions and stress of the mission) Lena: (holding Sarah tightly, she whispers softly) You're safe now... you're with me... (she strokes Sarah's hair, trying to comfort her) It's over... the mission is over... you can rest now... (she continues to hold Sarah, letting her cry and process her emotions) Sarah: (sniffling, she pulls back from Lena's shoulder, her eyes red and puffy from crying) I'm sorry... I didn't mean to break down like that... (she looks at Lena, her expression torn) I've been trying not to talk about my trauma, to just keep it all inside... but at the same time, it's like I'm bursting to tell someone, to share it with someone... And that someone is you. Lena: (softly, she replies) It's okay... I'm here for you... (she takes Sarah's hand, her eyes filled with compassion) You can talk to me about anything... I want to listen... Sarah: (sighing, she looks down, her voice filled with emotion) It's just... when I talk about it, it brings up so much negativity... so much pain... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears again) And I don't want to dump all that on you... I don't want to burden you with my trauma... (she looks at Lena, her expression torn) But at the same time, I feel like I need to tell you... like I need to share it with you... Lena: (gently, she replies) You're not burdening me... (she smiles softly) I want to listen... I want to be here for you... (she pauses, her eyes filled with empathy) And I know it's not easy... I know it's hard to talk about trauma... but sometimes, sharing it with someone who cares about you can be helpful... (she looks at Sarah, her expression encouraging) So, if you need to talk about it, I'm here... I'll listen... Sarah: (smiling weakly, she looks at Lena with a desire for comfort) You know what I'd really like right now? I'd like to just rest even more with you... with you cuddling me... (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with a deep longing for comfort and security) Lena: (smiling softly, she nods) Of course... (she opens her arms, inviting Sarah to come closer) Come here... let me hold you... (she whispers softly) I'll keep you safe... I'll keep you warm... Sarah: (smiling, she nods, feeling a sense of relief and comfort) Thanks... (she snuggles into Lena's arms, feeling the warmth and security of her body) This feels so good... (she sighs, feeling her tension and stress melt away) I feel so safe with you... Lena: (holding Sarah tightly, she whispers softly) You are safe... (she strokes Sarah's hair, her touch gentle and soothing) You're safe with me... (she pauses, her voice filled with emotion) I'll always be here for you... to hold you... to comfort you... Sarah: (feeling a sense of peace and contentment, she closes her eyes, letting Lena's warmth and comfort envelop her) I'm so grateful for you... (she whispers softly, her voice barely audible) I don't know what I'd do without you... Lena: (smiling softly, she holds Sarah tightly) You'll never have to find out... (she whispers softly) I'll always be here for you... (she holds Sarah close, feeling a deep sense of love and connection to her) Sarah: (sighing contentedly, she snuggles deeper into Lena's arms) I love it when you talk to me like this... (she whispers softly) So many words, all soothing my brain... (she pauses, feeling the gentle touch of Lena's hands on her skin) Combined with your touch... it's just... (she sighs again, feeling a sense of deep relaxation) it's just perfect. Lena: (smiling softly, she continues to whisper softly to Sarah) I'm so glad you like it... (she strokes Sarah's hair, her touch gentle and soothing) I want to make you feel safe and comfortable... (she pauses, her voice filled with emotion) I want to be your safe haven... your place of peace... Sarah: (feeling a sense of gratitude, she looks up at Lena) You are... (she whispers softly) You're my safe haven... my place of peace... (she smiles, feeling a sense of contentment) Even though it may seem too much, rationally... (she pauses, feeling a sense of wonder) it just feels so good... so right... Lena: (smiling softly, she nods) I know what you mean... (she whispers softly) Sometimes, what feels right isn't always what makes rational sense... (she pauses, her voice filled with emotion) But when it comes to feelings... to emotions... (she smiles) rational sense doesn't always apply... Sarah: (nodding, she feels a sense of understanding) Exactly... (she whispers softly) It's like my brain is saying, "This is too much... this is overkill..." (she pauses, feeling a sense of irony) But my heart... my emotions... (she smiles) they're saying, "No, this is perfect... this is just what I need..." (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with gratitude) And I'm going to listen to my heart... (she whispers softly) I'm going to let you soothe me... comfort me... (she smiles) as much as you want... Lena: (smiling softly, she nods) I'll take care of you... (she whispers softly) I'll soothe you... comfort you... (she pauses, her voice filled with emotion) as much as you need... (she holds Sarah tightly, feeling a sense of love and connection to her) Forever and always... Sarah: (later, after a silence, smiling softly, she looks up at Lena) Good evening night... (she whispers softly) I'm so grateful for this time with you... Lena: (smiling back, she replies) Good evening night... (she whispers softly) I'm grateful too... (she pauses, her voice filled with emotion) I love you... Sarah: (smiling, she feels a sense of love and connection to Lena) I love you too... (she whispers softly) More than words can say... ---- Later, after a few days, during work is attempting to get through a room but she can't open the door because of intrusive memories. ---- Sarah: (struggling to open the door, she looks frustrated and anxious) I... I don't know what's wrong with me. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desperation) I just can't seem to open this door. Lena: (concerned, she walks over to Sarah) Hey, what's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost. (she gently takes the door handle from Sarah) Let me try. Sarah: (shaking her head, she steps back) No, it's not the door. It's just... (she looks around the room, her eyes filled with a sense of dread) this room. It reminds me of something. Lena: (curious, she looks around the room) What do you mean? This is just a room with bioreactors for cultured meat. Sarah: (her voice barely above a whisper) That's what it looks like, but... (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) it reminds me of a gas room. A room where they kept toxic gases in containers, just like these bioreactors. (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with horror) They used it to... to torture people. Political dissidents. Lena: (her expression softening, she nods) Oh. I'm so sorry. (she takes Sarah's hand, leading her away from the door) Let's get out of here. We can talk about this somewhere else. Sarah: (nodding, she follows Lena to a balcony overlooking the megafactory) I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. (she looks out at the view, her eyes filled with tears) I just can't seem to shake these memories. Lena: (putting a gentle arm around Sarah's shoulders) You don't have to apologize. (she pulls Sarah close) You've been through so much. It's understandable that you'd have flashbacks and memories triggered by certain things. Sarah: (sighing, she leans into Lena's touch) I know. It's just... (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) I feel like I'm stuck in the past. Like I'll never be able to move on from what happened during the war. Lena: (softly, she replies) You will. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with compassion) You're strong, and you're capable. You just need to take things one step at a time. (she pauses, her voice filled with conviction) And I'll be here with you, every step of the way. Sarah: (smiling weakly, she looks up at Lena) Thanks. Just being around you makes me feel better. Lena: (smiling back, she hugs Sarah tightly) That's what I'm here for. (she holds Sarah close, feeling a sense of love and connection to her) We'll get through this together, okay? Sarah: (nodding, she feels a sense of gratitude towards Lena) Okay. (she looks out at the view, her eyes filled with a sense of hope) Maybe someday, I'll be able to walk into a room like that without feeling like I'm going to collapse. Lena: (softly, she replies) That day will come. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with conviction) And when it does, you'll be ready. You'll be strong enough to face your memories, and to move on from the past. Sarah: (smiling, she feels a sense of determination) You're right. (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with gratitude) Thanks for believing in me. Lena: (smiling back, she hugs Sarah tightly) I'll always believe in you. (she holds Sarah close, feeling a sense of love and connection to her) Forever and always. [(They both move to a balcony looking down at street level at the megafactory to talk in private)] Sarah: (her voice barely above a whisper) The room... it was a place where they kept all sorts of toxic gases. (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) They used it to torture people, to break them. (she looks down, her eyes filled with shame and guilt) I was once part of the team that... that used it. Lena: (her expression softening, she nods) Oh. I'm so sorry. (she takes Sarah's hand, her touch gentle and comforting) Sarah: (she pulls her hand away, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions) No. You don't understand. (she pauses, taking a deep breath) I was the one who... who chose the gas. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) I didn't want to, but... (she pauses again, her voice cracking) a member of my team took my hand and chose tear gas for me. Lena: (she reaches out, taking Sarah's hand again) You didn't have a choice, did you? (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with understanding) You were forced to do something that went against your values, your morals. Sarah: (she nods, her eyes filled with tears) Yes. I didn't want to hurt anyone, but... I was part of the team. I had to follow orders. (she looks down, her eyes filled with shame and guilt) And even though I didn't want to, I still chose the gas. (she pauses again, her voice cracking) Tear gas. It was the least harmful option, but... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) it was still a choice. A choice that haunted me for years. Lena: (her expression filled with compassion, she nods) You can't blame yourself for something you were forced to do. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with understanding) You were a victim of circumstance, a victim of the war. (she pauses, her voice soft) You didn't have a choice, but... (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with conviction) You do now. You can choose to forgive yourself, to let go of the guilt and shame. Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions) I don't know if I can. The memories are still there, buried deep inside me. (she looks down, her eyes filled with tears) And when I saw that room, with the bioreactors... (she pauses again, her voice cracking) it all came flooding back. The memories, the emotions... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) it was like I was back there, reliving it all over again. Lena: (her expression filled with compassion, she nods) I'm here for you. (she takes Sarah's hand, her touch gentle and comforting) We'll face those memories together, okay? (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with conviction) We'll work through them, and we'll find a way to heal. Together. Sarah: (her voice barely above a whisper) I already know that. (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions) I know I was a victim of circumstance, that I didn't have a choice. (she pauses, her voice cracking) But hearing you say it... (she smiles weakly) it just soothes my brain, you know? Lena: (she nods, her expression filled with compassion) I'm glad I can help. (she takes Sarah's hand, her touch gentle and comforting) Just knowing that you're not alone, that someone understands... (she pauses, her voice soft) it can make all the difference. Sarah: (she nods, her eyes welling up with tears) Yeah... it just feels so good to have someone to talk to, someone who gets it. (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with gratitude) You have no idea how much it means to me. Lena: (she smiles softly, her eyes filled with compassion) I think I do. (she takes Sarah's other hand, holding them both gently) I think I understand what it's like to feel alone, to feel like no one gets it. (she pauses, her voice soft) But you're not alone. Sarah: (she nods, her eyes overflowing with tears) Thank you... (she whispers, her voice cracking) thank you for being here for me... (she breaks down in tears, her body shaking with sobs) Lena: (she pulls Sarah into a hug, holding her tightly) It's okay... (she whispers softly) it's okay to cry... (she strokes Sarah's hair, her touch gentle and soothing) just let it all out... (she holds Sarah for a long time, letting her cry and process her emotions) Sarah: (she cries for a long time, her body shaking with sobs) I'm so sorry... (she whispers, her voice cracking) I'm just so sorry... (she repeats the words over and over, her tears streaming down her face) Lena: (she holds Sarah tightly, her voice soft and soothing) You don't have to apologize... (she whispers) You don't have to be sorry... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) You're just human, and you're feeling your emotions... (she holds Sarah for a long time, letting her cry and process her feelings) Sarah: (she looks down at street level, her eyes gazing out at the scene below) Ah... (she whispers, her voice barely audible) no... no... no... (she starts to shake, her body trembling with fear) Lena: (she notices Sarah's reaction, her expression concerned) What's wrong? (she asks, her voice soft and gentle) Sarah: (she doesn't respond, her eyes fixed on something below) I... I was shot... (she whispers, her voice cracking) from below... (she starts to relive the memory, her mind transported back to the moment) Lena: (she takes Sarah's hand, her touch gentle and comforting) It's okay... (she whispers) You're safe now... (she tries to bring Sarah back to the present, but Sarah is too far gone) Sarah: (she sees herself standing on a balcony, looking down at the street below) I was... I was on a mission... (she whispers, her voice barely audible) we were trying to extract a target... (she sees the scene unfold below her, the sounds and smells coming back to her) Lena: (she holds Sarah's hand tightly, trying to anchor her to the present) Come back to me... (she whispers) You're safe now... (she tries to shake Sarah out of the flashback, but Sarah is too caught up in the memory) Sarah: (she feels the bullet hit her, the pain and shock radiating through her body) Ah... (she cries out, her voice loud and piercing) I've been shot... (she whispers, her voice cracking) I've been shot... (she falls to the ground, her body wracked with pain and fear) Lena: (she catches Sarah as she falls, holding her tightly) It's okay... (she whispers) You're safe now... (she rocks Sarah back and forth, trying to comfort her and bring her back to the present) Sarah: (she slowly comes back to herself, her eyes focusing on Lena's face) Lena... (she whispers, her voice barely audible) I'm sorry... (she starts to cry, her body shaking with sobs) Lena: (she holds Sarah tightly, her expression filled with compassion) You don't have to apologize... (she whispers) You're safe now... (she strokes Sarah's hair, her touch gentle and soothing) I'm here for you... (she holds Sarah for a long time, letting her cry and process her emotions) Sarah: (she continues to break down, her body shaking with sobs) I'm so sorry... (she whispers, her voice cracking) I'm just so sorry... (she takes a deep breath, trying to calm down) It's just... (she whispers, her voice barely audible) some rooms... some places... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears) they trigger me... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with fear) I feel like I'm back there... (she whispers) back in the war... Lena: (she nods, her expression understanding) I know... (she whispers) some places can be triggering... (she pauses, her voice soft) especially those with closed double doors... (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with compassion) like the bioreactor room... Sarah: (she nods, her eyes filling with tears) Yes... (she whispers) that room... (she pauses, her voice cracking) it's like a wall of intrusive thoughts... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with fear) it blocks me from opening the doors... (she whispers) from moving forward... Lena: (she holds Sarah tightly, her expression filled with compassion) You're safe now... (she whispers) You're not alone... (she pauses, her voice soft) we'll face those intrusive thoughts together... (she strokes Sarah's hair, her touch gentle and soothing) we'll find a way to overcome them... Sarah: (she finds a notebook and a pen on the balcony and rips out a page) Ah, this might help... (she says to herself, beginning to draw two bars on the page) Lena: (she looks at Sarah, curious) What are you doing? (she asks, her voice soft) Sarah: (she doesn't look up, focusing on her drawing) I'm trying to... I'm trying to visualize my emotions... (she draws two bars, one much larger than the other) This one (she points to the larger bar) is the bug bar... (she whispers) it's all the emotions I've been carrying around... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) all the pain, the fear, the guilt... Lena: (she nods, her expression understanding) And the smaller bar? (she asks, her voice gentle) Sarah: (she points to the smaller bar) That's the bar for emotions that have been released... (she whispers) it's so small... (she looks at the bar, her eyes filling with tears) it's just too much... (she says, her voice cracking) I feel like I'm drowning in all these emotions... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes pleading) I don't know how to release them all... Lena: (she takes Sarah's hand, her touch gentle and comforting) You don't have to release them all at once... (she whispers) it's okay to take it one step at a time... (she looks at the bars, her expression thoughtful) maybe we can work on increasing the size of the smaller bar... (she suggests, her voice soft) one small step at a time... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with a sense of desperation) I think we need to get out of here... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) I need to get out of this megafactory... (she pauses, her eyes scanning the surroundings) it's just too much for me right now... Lena: (she nods, her expression understanding) Okay... where do you want to go? (she asks, her eyes filled with concern) Sarah: (she thinks for a moment, her eyes closed) I don't know... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) somewhere quiet, I guess... (she opens her eyes, looking at Lena) somewhere we can process everything... (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) I just feel so overwhelmed... Lena: (she nods, her expression gentle) Okay, let's go somewhere quiet then... how about the docks? (she suggests, her eyes filled with concern) we can find a quiet spot there, just the two of us... Sarah: (she nods, her eyes filling with tears) Yeah... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) that sounds good... (she pauses, her eyes scanning the surroundings) or maybe the city center... (she suggests, her voice soft) there are some quiet spots there too... Lena: (she nods, her expression understanding) Okay, we can go to either place... wherever you feel comfortable... (she pauses, her eyes filled with concern) just let me know what you need... Sarah: (she takes a deep breath, her eyes filling with tears) I just need to get out of here... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) I need to get away from all these triggers... (she pauses, her eyes scanning the surroundings) I just feel so overwhelmed... (she repeats, her voice cracking) Lena: (she thinks for a moment, her eyes scanning the surroundings) You know, I think the docks might be a good idea... it's usually quiet there, and the sound of the water can be really calming... (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with concern) what do you think? Sarah: (she nods, her eyes filling with tears) Yeah, that sounds good... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) I like the docks... (she pauses, her eyes scanning the surroundings) it's always so peaceful there... Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) Okay, let's go then... we can take a walk along the water, and just talk... (she pauses, her eyes filled with concern) or not talk, if you don't feel like it... (she adds, her voice soft) just being there can be helpful, sometimes... Sarah: (she nods, her eyes filling with tears) Yeah... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) just being there sounds good... (she pauses, her eyes scanning the surroundings) I just need to get out of here, and clear my head... the docks sound perfect... Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) Okay, let's go... I'll take care of you... (she adds, her voice filled with reassurance) we'll get through this together... (she takes Sarah's hand, leading her towards an automatic bus stop) [(Later, after walking away from the megafactory and a few blocks, they reach an automatic bus stop)] Sarah: (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with a desire for comfort) Lena... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) can I... (she pauses, her eyes scanning Lena's face) can I cuddle with you? (she asks, her voice soft) Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) Of course... you can always cuddle with me... (she opens her arms, inviting Sarah to come closer) Sarah: (she nods, her eyes filling with tears) Thanks... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) I just need to feel safe right now... (she pauses, her eyes scanning Lena's face) and being close to you makes me feel safe... Lena: (she wraps her arms around Sarah, holding her close) You are safe... (she whispers) You're safe with me... (she strokes Sarah's hair, her touch gentle and soothing) Sarah: (she buries her face in Lena's shoulder, feeling a sense of comfort and security) Mmm... (she sighs, her voice muffled) this feels so good... just being close to you... (she pauses, her eyes closing) I feel like I can finally relax... Lena: (she holds Sarah close, her arms wrapped tightly around her) You can relax... (she whispers) You're safe now... (she pauses, her voice soft) just let go, and let me hold you... (she says, her voice filled with reassurance) [(Just then, an automatic bus stops in front of them, and the doors open with a soft hiss)] Lena: (she looks up, her eyes scanning the bus) Ah, perfect timing... our bus is here... (she smiles, her expression gentle) let's get on, and get to the docks... we can continue cuddling there... (she adds, her voice filled with reassurance) Sarah: (she nods, her face still buried in Lena's shoulder) Okay... (she says, her voice muffled) let's go... I'm ready... (she pauses, her eyes closing) as long as I'm with you... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper, after they both entered the bus and found a seat together) I'm ready for anything... but I wish I could have been less emotional... (she says, her eyes filling with tears) I feel like I'm just so weak... Lena: (she holds Sarah close, her arms wrapped tightly around her) No... that's not true... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) the neoconservatives may have taught you that emotions are a weakness, but that's just not true... (she says, her voice firm) Sarah: (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with curiosity) What do you mean? (she asks, her voice soft) Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) I mean that the Syndicate Defense Organization, our own military union, teaches us that emotions are a natural part of being human... and that it's okay to feel emotional... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) in fact, it's more than okay... it's necessary... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with surprise) Really? (she asks, her voice soft) Lena: (she nods, her expression firm) Yes, really... the training materials specifically say that while emotions may be controlled, it's okay to be emotional... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) and that trying to suppress emotions can actually be harmful... (she says, her voice firm) Sarah: (she thinks about this for a moment, her eyes filled with a sense of wonder) I never knew that... I was always taught that emotions were a weakness... (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) that I had to be strong and control my emotions at all times... Lena: (she holds Sarah close, her arms wrapped tightly around her) That's not true... you don't have to be ashamed of your emotions... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) You can feel whatever you need to feel, and it's okay... (she says, her voice firm) I'm here for you, and I'll support you no matter what... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with a sense of concern) I already know that, but I'm sorry... I feel like I've been leaning on you so much lately... (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) and I haven't been able to support you as much as you deserve... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) Lena: (she looks at Sarah, her expression gentle) What are you talking about? (she asks, her voice soft) You've been supporting me just fine... (she says, her voice firm) Sarah: (she shakes her head, her eyes filling with tears) No, I haven't... I feel like I'm just taking and taking from you, and not giving enough back... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of guilt) it's not fair to you... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) Lena: (she holds Sarah close, her arms wrapped tightly around her) That's not true... our love isn't about keeping score or making sure everything is equal... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) it's about supporting each other, and being there for each other when we need it... (she says, her voice firm) Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with a sense of doubt) But what if I'm not contributing enough? (she asks, her voice soft) What if I'm just a burden to you? (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) You're not a burden to me... you're my partner, my friend, my everything... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) and I love you, no matter what... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filling with tears) I love you too... but I still feel like I'm not doing enough... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of guilt) like our love is one-sided... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) Lena: (she holds Sarah close, her arms wrapped tightly around her) That's not true... our love is not one-sided... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) it's a two-way street, and we both give and take in our own ways... (she says, her voice firm) Remember the principle we're founded on: from each according to their ability, to each according to their needs... (she says, her voice soft, looking at Sarah) it's not about keeping score or making sure everything is equal... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) it's about contributing what you can, and receiving what you need... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with a sense of curiosity) But what if I'm not contributing enough? (she asks, her voice soft) What if I'm just taking and taking from you? (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) Ability and need are not fixed... they can change over time... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) and it's okay if you have low ability and high need right now... (she says, her voice firm) that's what I'm here for... to support you, to help you... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with a sense of doubt) But what if I'm always like this? (she asks, her voice soft) What if I'm never able to contribute as much as you do? (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) Lena: (she holds Sarah close, her arms wrapped tightly around her) That's not the point... the point is that we're in this together... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) if I have high ability and low need, and you have low ability and high need, that's okay... it's not about being equal, it's about being fair... (she says, her voice firm) and fairness is not about everyone getting the same thing, it's about everyone getting what they need... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filling with tears) I never thought of it that way... I always thought that everyone had to be equal, that everyone had to contribute the same... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of relief) but that's not true, is it? (she asks, her voice soft) Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) No, it's not... and it's okay that it's not... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) what's important is that we're supporting each other, that we're taking care of each other... (she says, her voice firm) and that's what we're doing... we're taking care of each other, and that's all that matters... Sarah: (she pulls out an old picture of herself during the war, wearing a uniform, arms, and camouflage paint) Look at this... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) this is what I used to be... (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) I want to forget about it... I want to forget that I was ever like that... Lena: (she looks at the picture, her expression gentle) What's wrong? (she asks, her voice soft) Why do you want to forget about this? Sarah: (she looks down, her eyes filling with shame) Because I was part of the problem... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) I was part of the armed wing of a neocolonial state... (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) a war criminal... I'm so ashamed of what I did... Lena: (she takes Sarah's hand, her touch gentle) You're not a war criminal... (she says, her voice firm) You're a survivor... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) and you're not defined by your past... you're defined by who you are now, and what you stand for... Sarah: (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with fear) But what if people find out? (she asks, her voice soft) What if they reject me for being a former colonist? (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) I don't want to be rejected... I don't want to be alone... Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) You're not alone... and you're not a former colonist... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) You're an anti-imperialist... (she says, her voice firm) You stood up for what you believed in, even when it was hard... you stood up for what was right, not for the oppressive systems perpetuated by the elites... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with surprise) But how can you say that? (she asks, her voice soft) I was part of the military, I fought for the colonial state... Lena: (she takes Sarah's hand, her touch gentle) That's not true... you fought for what you thought was right at the time... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) but you also questioned the system, you also stood up for what you believed in... (she says, her voice firm) and that takes courage... that takes heart... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filling with tears) I don't know... I just feel so ashamed of my past... Lena: (she holds Sarah close, her voice soft) During the war, we socialists also did things that might be considered questionable... (she says, her voice gentle) we took prisoners of war to prevent them from disrupting civilian infrastructure... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) we suppressed authoritarian and liberal pandering, to protect our people from reactionary elements... (she says, her voice firm) not just the neoconservatives outside, but also those within our own ranks who would seek to undermine our government... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with surprise) I didn't know that... I thought the socialists were always... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of doubt) ideologically pure... Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) No one is ideologically pure... the neoconservatives like to present us as such, to demonize us and make us seem like monsters... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) but the truth is, we're human beings, just like everyone else... (she says, her voice firm) we make mistakes, we have flaws, but we're trying to do what's right... Sarah: (she nods, her eyes filling with understanding) I see... I think I understand now... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of reflection) I didn't like the socialists at first, because of all the propaganda I was fed... but then I met people like you, and I saw the humanity in all of you... (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) and I started to like them, to trust them more... and then I started to learn more about my supposed opposition, and I realized that they're not so different from me... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of wonder) they're just people, trying to make a better world... Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) That's right... we're not monsters, we're not ideologically pure... (she pauses, her eyes filled with conviction) we're just people, trying to do what's right... (she says, her voice firm) and we're glad to have you with us... you're one of us now... Sarah: (she nods, her eyes filling with tears) Thank you... thank you for showing me the truth... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of gratitude) thank you for being my friend... I'm glad I found refuge here, with you... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of peace) I'm finally home... Lena: (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with a sense of introspection) And I have to admit, I also feel guilty for some of the things I've done... during the war, I was interviewed by the authorities for not documenting an accidental death properly... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of regret) I was so focused on the mission, on getting the job done, that I didn't think about the consequences... and I didn't ensure perfect compliance with international law... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with surprise) Oh, I had no idea... Lena: (she takes a deep breath, her eyes filling with a sense of relief) Luckily, I didn't have to go to the ICC for it... only the worst cases got sent there... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of gratitude) but it was a wake-up call for me... (she says, her voice firm) it made me realize that even in the heat of the moment, we have to be mindful of our actions... and we have to be accountable for them... Sarah: (she nods, her eyes filling with understanding) I can imagine... it's not easy to make tough decisions in the midst of chaos... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of empathy) but it takes a big person to acknowledge their mistakes and learn from them... Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) Thanks... it means a lot to me that you understand... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of conviction) we're not perfect, we're human beings... (she says, her voice firm) and we make mistakes... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with a sense of pain and regret) But, I didn't just make mistakes like you... I did things that I consider unforgivable... (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) a lot of intentional crimes against humanity... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) I've been forced to directly or indirectly participate in them... Lena: (she looks at Sarah, her expression filled with compassion and understanding) Oh... I'm so sorry... (she pauses, her eyes filling with empathy) I can only imagine how hard it must be for you to carry that weight... (she says, her voice gentle) but you have to know that you're not alone... (she pauses, her eyes filling with conviction) You're not defined by your past actions... (she says, her voice firm) You're defined by who you are now, and what you're doing to make amends... Sarah: (she shakes her head, her eyes filling with tears) No... you don't understand... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of despair) I've done things that can never be undone... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) I've hurt people, innocent people... (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) and I don't know how to forgive myself... Lena: (she takes Sarah's hand, her touch gentle and comforting) Forgiveness is a process... it's not something that happens overnight... (she pauses, her eyes filling with empathy) but it's possible... (she says, her voice firm) and it's necessary... (she pauses, her eyes filling with conviction) You have to forgive yourself... (she says, her voice gentle) not for what you've done, but for who you are now... (she says, her voice firm) and for the good that you can do in the future... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) I don't know... I feel like I'm too broken... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of despair) too damaged... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) I don't know if I can ever be fixed... Lena: (she pulls Sarah closer into the hug, her arms wrapped tightly around her) You're not broken... you're just hurt... (she pauses, her eyes filling with empathy) and hurt can be healed... (she says, her voice firm) it takes time, it takes effort... (she pauses, her eyes filling with conviction) but it's possible... (she says, her voice gentle) and I'm here to help you... (she says, her voice firm) every step of the way... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with a sense of frustration) I know all of that... I know that forgiveness is a process, and that I need to be patient with myself... (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) but it feels like I'm not making any progress... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) besides writing in my journal and talking to you about my trauma, I don't feel like I'm doing anything to actually heal... Lena: (she looks at Sarah, her expression filled with understanding) I see... it can be frustrating when it feels like we're not making progress, even when we're doing the things that are supposed to help us heal... (she pauses, her eyes filling with empathy) but the thing is, healing is not always a linear process... (she says, her voice gentle) it's okay to take things one step at a time, and to focus on small, incremental changes... Sarah: (she sighs, her eyes filling with a sense of desperation) But it's hard... it's hard to keep going when it feels like I'm not getting anywhere... (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) I feel like I'm just stuck in this rut, and I don't know how to get out of it... Lena: (she takes Sarah's hand, her touch gentle and comforting) You're not alone... I'm here with you, and I'm not going anywhere... (she pauses, her eyes filling with conviction) and I know that you're strong enough to get through this... (she says, her voice firm) You've already come so far, and I have no doubt that you can keep going... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filling with tears) I already know that... I know I'm not alone, and I know you're here to support me... (she pauses, her voice cracking) but it's just so hard... (she says, her voice barely above a whisper) I have so many emotions to release, and I don't know how to let them go... (Sarah starts to break down in tears, her body shaking with sobs in Lena's arms) Lena: (she continues holds Sarah close, her arms wrapped tightly around her) It's okay... let it all out... (she pauses, her voice gentle) You don't have to hold anything back... (Sarah continues to cry, her tears streaming down her face as she releases all of the emotions she's been holding inside) Lena: (she strokes Sarah's hair, her touch gentle and soothing) You're safe... you're safe with me... (she pauses, her voice gentle) and I'll always be here to catch you when you fall... (Sarah's sobs start to subside, replaced by deep, ragged breaths as she tries to calm down) Sarah: (she looks up at Lena, her eyes red and puffy from crying) I'm so sorry... I don't know what's wrong with me... I just feel so overwhelmed all the time... Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) There's nothing wrong with you... you're just human, and you're feeling all of the emotions that come with being human... (she pauses, her voice gentle) and that's okay... (she says, her voice firm) it's okay to feel overwhelmed, and it's okay to not be okay... Sarah: (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with a sense of wistfulness) What if I could just be happy? What if I could just enjoy the things I like to do, without losing interest in them? (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of longing) What if I didn't have to question everything all the time? Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) That's a beautiful dream... and it's not impossible... (she pauses, her eyes filling with conviction) You can find happiness, and you can find joy in the things you love... (she says, her voice firm) it might take time, and it might take effort, but it's possible... Sarah: (she nods, her eyes filling with a sense of hope) I want that... I want to be able to enjoy the things I love, without feeling guilty or anxious... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of determination) I want to be able to find happiness, and hold onto it... Lena: (she takes Sarah's hand, her touch gentle and comforting) You can... We'll work through this together, and we'll find a way to make your dreams a reality... Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with a sense of gratitude) Thank you... maybe someday, I'll be able to find that happiness, and hold onto it... Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) I have no doubt that you will... you're strong, and you're capable... (she pauses, her eyes filling with conviction) and you deserve to be happy... (she says, her voice firm) You deserve to find joy in the things you love, and to live a life that's true to who you are... [(Later, the automatic bus stops at the docks, where they exit and sit on a bench in a park close to the postmodernist residential development)] Lena: (she gestures to the monument) Ah, look at that. The monument to the absurdity of the outside world. Sarah: (she follows Lena's gaze) What is it supposed to represent? Lena: (she smiles) The pink cube, Alea, represents the real estate capitalist. It's always buying up properties, flipping them, and selling them before the bubble bursts. It's a never-ending cycle of speculation and greed. Sarah: (she nods) And the red cube? Lena: (she nods) The red cube, Power To Our Nationals, represents the reactionaries. It's inspired by the graphical representation of a conservative party from an ultra-capitalist nation. They're always trying to hold onto power, to maintain the status quo, no matter how unjust or oppressive it may be. Sarah: (she looks at the monument, taking in the contrast between the two cubes) It's interesting that they're juxtaposed like that. The pink cube is rotated, like it's spinning out of control, while the red cube is stable, unrotated. Lena: (she nods) Yes, that's intentional. The artist is highlighting the way that the capitalist system can spin out of control, creating bubbles and crises, while the reactionaries try to hold onto power and maintain their grip on society. Sarah: (she looks at the monument, thoughtful) And what's the point of the monument? Is it meant to critique the system? Lena: (she nods) Yes, that's right. The monument is a critique of the outside world, of the systems and structures that perpetuate inequality and oppression. It's a reminder that there's no inherent reason for these systems to exist, that they're not natural or inevitable. Sarah: (she looks at Lena, curious) But why does it exist, then? Why do we need a monument to critique the system? Lena: (she shrugs) Maybe we don't need it. Maybe it's just a reminder that we're not alone in our critique of the system. That there are others out there who see the absurdity and injustice of it all. Sarah: (she nods, looking at the monument again) I see what you mean. It's a statement, a declaration that we refuse to accept the status quo. Lena: (she nods) Exactly. And it's a reminder that we have the power to create a different world, a world that's more just, more equitable, and more humane. (They sit in silence for a moment, looking at the monument, before Lena speaks up again) Lena: (she turns to Sarah) You know, I think this monument is also a reminder that our own system is not perfect. That we have our own flaws and contradictions. Sarah: (she looks at Lena, curious) What do you mean? Lena: (she smiles) Well, we like to think that our system is more just, more equitable, but it's not without its own problems. We have our own power struggles, our own inequalities. Sarah: (she nods) I see what you mean. It's a reminder that we're not immune to the same flaws and contradictions that we critique in the outside world. Lena: (she nods) Exactly. And it's a reminder that we need to be constantly vigilant, constantly critical of our own system, in order to create a truly just and equitable society. Sarah: (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with a sense of longing) Lena, can we cuddle again? (she asks, her voice soft) I need to feel safe and wrapped in your arms... Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) Of course... (she opens her arms, and Sarah snuggles into them, feeling a sense of comfort and security) (They sit in silence for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, as the sun sets behind them, casting a warm glow over the park) Lena: (she whispers softly) You're safe... (she says, her voice gentle) You're wrapped in my arms, and nothing can hurt you... (she pauses, her voice filled with conviction) You're loved, and you're cherished... Sarah: (she nods, her eyes closed, feeling a sense of peace wash over her) I feel it... I feel safe, and loved... (she pauses, her voice filled with gratitude) thank you for being here for me... Lena: (she holds Sarah close, her arms wrapped tightly around her) I'll always be here for you... no matter what... (she pauses, her voice filled with conviction) You're not alone, and you'll never be alone again... Sarah: (she whispers softly) I think I'm starting to feel closure... I think I'm starting to heal... Lena: (she smiles softly, her expression gentle) That's wonderful... you're strong, and you're capable... (she pauses, her voice filled with conviction) You can get through anything, as long as you have the right support... (They sit in silence for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, as the night air fills with the sound of crickets and the distant hum of the city) Lena: (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with a sense of excitement) You know, I was thinking... since we're already here in the park, why don't we sleep together in the capsule beds for the night? (she asks, her voice gentle) It'll be like a little adventure... Sarah: (she smiles, her eyes sparkling with excitement) That sounds amazing... I'd love to... Lena: (she nods, her expression happy) Great! I'll just check with Anon, my partner, to make sure it's okay... (she pauses, her eyes filling with a sense of consideration) Anon is very permissive about relationships, so I'm sure it'll be fine... (Lena pulls out her phone and sends a message to Anon, who responds almost immediately) Lena: (she smiles, her expression relieved) Anon says it's fine... they think we deserve to be happy, and if sleeping together makes us happy, then that's all that matters... Sarah: (she smiles, her eyes filled with gratitude) Thank you... that means a lot to me... Lena: (she nods, her expression happy) Of course... I want you to be happy, and if this is what makes you happy, then I'm all for it... (They make their way to the capsule beds, which are located in a quiet corner of the park. They climb into one of the beds, and Lena wraps her arms around Sarah, holding her close and drifting off to sleep) ---- Later, after a few days, at home is receiving letter of resent from a former teammate still serving at the neoconservative military. ``` Dear Sarah, I'm writing to express my disappointment and outrage at your actions. You were wrong to save that socialist, from the hospital. You should have followed orders and neutralized her, as instructed by the overseer of the Stability And Peace Mission (SAPM). Instead, you chose to disobey and desert the military. Your actions are a betrayal of everything we stand for. You're a traitor to our cause and our country. You're now being protected by the socialist republic, and it's a slap in the face to all of us who are still fighting for what's right. I remember when you refused to participate in certain operations, citing moral grounds. You were always so quick to question orders and challenge authority. But now, it seems like you've abandoned all sense of duty and loyalty. Let me ask you something: are you with us or against us? It's a simple question, but one that you seem to be struggling with. You can't have it both ways. You can't claim to be a patriot and then turn your back on your country and your fellow soldiers. And another thing, what's with this nonsense about respecting the Geneva Convention and International Humanitarian Law (IHL)? Those are just rules made by weaklings and idealists. We're at war. We can't afford to be held back by petty morals and ethics. You need to make a choice. You need to decide where your loyalties lie. If you're not with us, then you're against us. And if you're against us, then you're a threat to our mission and our way of life. Don't bother responding to this letter. I don't want to hear your excuses or your justifications. I just want to know that you're willing to do what's right, even if it means going against your precious socialist friends. ``` ---- Sarah: (typing on her phone) Lena, I just got a letter from my former teammate. It's a threat letter, trying to intimidate me into joining the military again. Lena: (responding on her phone) What? That's ridiculous. Send me a picture of the letter. Sarah: (sending the picture) Okay, I just sent it to you. Be careful, it's from a former teammate who's still serving. Lena: (reading the letter on her phone) This is unbelievable. They're trying to guilt trip you into going back to the military? And what's with the nonsense about not respecting the Geneva Convention and IHL? Sarah: (typing on her phone) I know, it's crazy. They're trying to make me feel like I'm a traitor for leaving and for being with you. Lena: (responding on her phone) You're not a traitor. You're a hero for standing up for what's right. And you're safe now, you're a citizen of the DSB and we'll protect you from these neoconservatives. Sarah: (typing on her phone) But it's scary. They're trying to intimidate me, to make me feel like I'm in danger if I don't comply. Lena: (responding on her phone) I know it's scary, but you're not alone. I'm here for you, and we'll face this together. We'll report this to the authorities and make sure you're protected. Sarah: (typing on her phone) Okay, thank you Lena. Just talking to you makes me feel better. Lena: (responding on her phone) That's what I'm here for. I love you and I'll always be here to support you. Sarah: (typing on her phone) I love you too. Lena: (responding on her phone) Now, let's report this letter to the authorities and make sure you're safe. I'll come over to your place and we'll do it together. Sarah: (typing on her phone) Okay, that sounds good. I'll wait for you. Lena: (responding on her phone) I'll be right there. Just stay safe and don't worry, everything will be okay. (Lena arrives at Sarah's place and they hug each other tightly) Lena: (concerned) Are you okay? That letter must have been really upsetting for you. Sarah: (shaking her head) Yeah, it was. But I'm better now that you're here. Lena: (smiling) I'm not going anywhere. We'll face this together. (They sit down at the kitchen table and start filling out a report to the authorities) Lena: (filling out the report) Okay, so let's get all the details down. What's the name of the person who sent you the letter? Sarah: (thinking) Um, it was... (looks at the letter) Private Johnson. Lena: (writing down the name) Okay, got it. And what's the date on the letter? Sarah: (looking at the letter) It's dated yesterday. Lena: (writing down the date) Okay, and what did the letter say exactly? Sarah: (reading from the letter) It said that I was wrong to save you from the hospital and that I should have followed orders and neutralized you. And it said that I'm a traitor for leaving the military and joining the socialist republic. Lena: (writing down the details) Okay, got it. And did the letter make any specific threats against you? Sarah: (thinking) Well, it didn't say anything explicit, but it implied that I would be in danger if I didn't comply with their demands. Lena: (writing down the details) Okay, I've got all that down. We'll make sure to report this to the authorities and get you the protection you need. (They finish filling out the report and submit it to the authorities) Lena: (smiling) Okay, that's done. You're safe now. We'll make sure that Private Johnson and the neoconservatives can't hurt you. Sarah: (smiling back) Thanks. I feel so much better now that we've reported this. Lena: (hugging Sarah) I'm always here for you. We'll face whatever comes our way together. (Later, the authorities respond to their report) ``` Subject: Re: Threat Letter from Private Johnson - Legal Options and Protections Dear Sarah and Lena, I hope this email finds you both well. I am writing to follow up on the report you submitted regarding the threatening letter sent by Private Johnson, a member of the neoconservative military. We take these matters very seriously, and I am pleased to inform you that we have reviewed the letter and determined that Private Johnson has indeed violated several international laws and principles, taking into account the context of Sarah's defection on moral grounds and previous serious violations of international laws of the neoconservative military. Specifically, the letter sent by Private Johnson indirectly violates: - Article 18 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights (UDHR), which guarantees the right to freedom of thought, conscience, and religion. - Article 17 of the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights (ICCPR), which protects individuals from arbitrary or unlawful interference with their privacy, family, home, or correspondence. - Article 2 of the ICCPR, which guarantees the right to equality and non-discrimination. In light of these violations, we would like to inform you that there are several legal options available to you if Private Johnson were to arrive in the DSB. These options include: - Civil liability: You may be able to sue Private Johnson for damages resulting from the threatening letter. - Restraining orders: We can assist you in obtaining a restraining order to prevent Private Johnson from contacting or approaching you. - Criminal prosecution: Depending on the circumstances, Private Johnson may be subject to criminal prosecution for violating the laws of the DSB. Alternatively, if the letter violates the laws in the jurisdiction from which it was sent, we can order an investigation within that jurisdiction. This could result in Private Johnson facing legal consequences in their home country. Please be assured that we take the safety and well-being of our citizens very seriously, and we will do everything in our power to protect you from harm. If you have any further concerns or questions, please do not hesitate to contact us. We will continue to monitor the situation and keep you updated on any developments. Best regards, Helge Shulmanu Military Court of the DSB ``` (Lena then replies to the email on her computer) ``` Subject: Re: Threat Letter from Private Johnson - Legal Options and Protections Dear Helge Shulmanu, Thank you for your prompt response and for outlining the legal options available to us. I appreciate the thorough analysis of the violations committed by Private Johnson in sending the threatening letter to Sarah. After careful consideration, I would like to advise that we proceed with obtaining a restraining order against Private Johnson. As you mentioned, this would prevent him from contacting or approaching Sarah, and would provide an additional layer of protection for her safety and well-being. In the event that Private Johnson attempts to enter the DSB, I would like to request that the authorities take the following measures: - If Private Johnson reaches the border of the republic, he should not be allowed to enter the country. - If he is allowed to enter the country, he should be closely monitored and prevented from entering the capital city, where Sarah and I reside. - If he attempts to approach or contact Sarah in any way, the restraining order should be enforced, and he should be held accountable for any violations. I believe that taking these precautions will help to ensure Sarah's safety and prevent any potential harm from coming to her. I would like to request that the authorities keep us informed of any developments and provide us with regular updates on the situation. Thank you again for your assistance and support in this matter. Please let me know if there is any further information or documentation required to proceed with the restraining order. Best regards, Lena ``` (The military court replies after a few hours that after determining the legality of those actions) ``` Subject: Re: Threat Letter from Private Johnson - Legal Options and Protections Dear Lena, Thank you for your prompt response and for advising that we proceed with obtaining a restraining order against Private Johnson. We have reviewed the relevant laws and regulations, and we are pleased to inform you that we can take certain measures to protect Sarah's safety and well-being. However, after determining the legality of the actions you requested, we must inform you that we cannot prevent Private Johnson from entering the country. The Free Borders Act, which guarantees the right to free movement and entry into the country, prohibits us from denying him entry. This act is a fundamental aspect of our country's commitment to openness and freedom, and we must respect it. However, we can take measures to protect Sarah and the public in the capital city. Under the Protection Of Public Safety In Urban Centers Act, we can restrict Private Johnson's access to the capital city, where you and Sarah reside. If he attempts to enter the city, he will be stopped and turned back. If Private Johnson enters the country, we will track his movements using conventional civil means, such as radar, to ensure that he does not attempt to approach or contact Sarah. However, we must respect his privacy rights and cannot use more invasive means of surveillance, such as GPS tracking or monitoring of his personal communications. We understand that this may not provide the level of protection that you had hoped for, but we must balance the need to protect Sarah's safety with the need to respect Private Johnson's rights and freedoms. We will continue to monitor the situation and take any additional measures that may be necessary to ensure Sarah's safety and well-being. Please let us know if you have any further questions or concerns. Best regards, Helge Shulmanu Military Court of the DSB ``` (After reciving the reply and Sarah cherish the decision) Lena: (smiling) I'm so glad we got the decision we wanted. You'll be safe and protected from Private Johnson. Sarah: (relieved) Me too. I was worried that he might be able to get to me, but now I feel so much better. Lena: (opening her arms) Come here. I want to hold you and make you feel safe. Sarah: (snuggling into Lena's arms) I love being in your arms. It makes me feel so comforted and protected. Lena: (holding Sarah close) I'm always here for you. I'll do everything I can to keep you safe and happy. Sarah: (cuddling into Lena's chest) I know. I feel so lucky to have you in my life. Lena: (smiling) I feel lucky to have you too. I love you. Sarah: (smiling) I love you too. Lena: (stroking Sarah's hair) You know, I don't perfectly know the law, but it's okay. The legal system is designed to be easy to navigate, even for those who don't know the law. Sarah: (curious) Really? How does it work? Lena: (explaining) Well, if you have a question or need help with something, you can just email the court you want and they'll reply with suggestions and guidance. You don't need a lawyer or anything. Sarah: (impressed) That sounds amazing. I've never heard of a legal system like that before. Lena: (smiling) Yeah, it's one of the benefits of living in this society. There are no capitalists who need protection, so the legal system is designed to be accessible and helpful to everyone. Sarah: (nodding) I can see how that would make a big difference. It's so much more fair and equal than the system I was used to. Lena: (agreeing) Yes, it's a much more just and compassionate system. And it's not just the legal system - everything about our society is designed to prioritize people's needs and well-being. Sarah: (smiling) I'm so glad I'm here. I feel like I've finally found a place where I can be safe and happy. Lena: (holding Sarah close) You are safe and happy here. And I'll always be here to take care of you and protect you. Sarah: (concerned) But I hope he doesn't come to the country. I don't know what he's capable of. Lena: (reassuringly) Don't worry. We've taken all the necessary precautions. If he does come to the country, he'll be monitored and restricted from entering the capital city. Sarah: (shaking her head) I don't know... I've seen what he's like. He's not someone to be underestimated. During the war, the neoconservative military could do whatever they wanted to us. They didn't care about the law or human rights. Lena: (softly) I know. I can only imagine how traumatic that must have been for you. But things are different here. We have a functioning legal system and a government that cares about its citizens. Sarah: (skeptically) I hope so. I really do. But it's hard for me to trust that the law will be upheld. I've seen too many times when it wasn't. Lena: (empathetically) I understand. It's going to take time for you to feel safe and secure again. But I'll do everything I can to support you. We'll get through this together. Sarah: (shuddering) I'm so scared. Just thinking about the legal system makes me want to vomit. I've seen things that no human should ever have to see. Lena: (concerned) What happened? You can tell me. Sarah: (tearfully) When I was with the neoconservatives, I requested the military court to release the prisoners who were being held illegally at Howling Wind Correctional Facility in Namu Bay. They were being tortured and detained without trial, and I knew it was wrong. But the court refused, and instead, they commissioned to torture me. Lena: (outraged) Oh. I'm so sorry. That's horrific. Sarah: (shaking her head) It's not just that. I was exposed to the same conditions as the prisoners. I was forced to explain everything, to endure so much pain... (she breaks down in tears) Lena: (holding Sarah close) I'm so sorry. I can only imagine how traumatic that must have been for you. Sarah: (between sobs) It's not just the physical pain. It's the emotional toll. The law was so unfair, so biased. It made me feel like I was nothing, like I didn't matter. And now, whenever I think about writing emails to the court, it reminds me of all that trauma. I'm afraid of being hurt again, of being ignored or dismissed. Lena: (softly) I understand. It's okay to feel that way. But I want you to know that things are different here. Our legal system is designed to be fair and just, to protect the rights of all citizens. You don't have to be afraid to write emails to the court or to seek help. Sarah: (sniffling) I know. It's just hard for me to trust again. I've been hurt so many times before. Lena: (gently) I know. But I'm here for you, and I'll do everything I can to help you feel safe and supported. We'll take things one step at a time, okay? And if you ever feel overwhelmed or scared, just let me know. I'll be here to hold your hand through it all. Sarah: (shaking her head) I already know that. I know that the legal system here is different, that it's designed to be fair and just. But it's hard for me to shake off the memories of what I've been through. Lena: (concerned) Oh. What's wrong? Sarah: (breaking down) I've seen too many unspeakable horrors. The legal system... it was not impartial. It was biased towards finding all the possible reasons to hurt me. (she sobs uncontrollably) Lena: (holding Sarah close) Oh. I'm so sorry. I can only imagine how traumatic that must have been for you. Sarah: (between sobs) They didn't care about justice or fairness. They only cared about punishing me, about making me suffer. And they used every trick in the book to do it. (she shakes her head) I've seen things that no human should ever have to see. I've experienced things that no one should ever have to go through. Lena: (softly) I'm here for you. I'm here to listen, to support you. You don't have to go through this alone. Sarah: (sobbing) It's just so hard. The memories, they haunt me. They haunt me every day. (she breaks down again, overcome with emotion) Lena: (holding Sarah close) I'm here. You're safe now. You're safe with me. (she rocks Sarah gently back and forth, trying to comfort her) Sarah: (between sobs) I know. I know. It's just... it's just so hard to forget. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes red and puffy from crying) I'm sorry. I'm sorry for breaking down like this. Lena: (smiling softly) Don't apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for. You've been through something traumatic, and it's okay to feel overwhelmed. It's okay to break down. Sarah: (sniffling) I already know we face it together. I know that. It's just... (she shakes her head) letters like this, and having to send them to court... it breaks my spirit. It reminds me of the abuse I suffered. (she looks down, her voice barely above a whisper) It reminds me of the times I was threatened, the times I was hurt. Lena: (softly) Oh. I'm so sorry. I had no idea it was affecting you this way. Sarah: (shaking her head) It's not just the letter itself. It's the whole process. Having to relive the trauma, having to explain it all over again... it's like I'm being forced to relive the abuse all over again. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) And it's not just the abuse itself, it's the feeling of powerlessness that comes with it. The feeling that I'm not in control, that I'm at the mercy of others. Lena: (gently) I understand. I understand that it's not just about the letter, it's about the emotions and memories that it brings up. (she takes Sarah's hand in hers) But I want you to know that you're not alone in this. We'll face this together, okay? Sarah: (nodding slightly) Okay... (she takes a deep breath) I just wish it didn't have to be like this. I wish I could just forget, just move on. (she looks down, her voice barely above a whisper) But I know that's not possible. Not yet, anyway. (sniffling) And I just want to cry. I want to release all of these emotions that have been building up inside of me. (she starts to sob again) I wish I never joined the military in the first place. I wish I never had to go through all of that trauma and pain. Lena: (holding Sarah close) It's okay. You can cry. You can release all of your emotions. Sarah: (between sobs) I know. I know you're trying to help me. But these negative thoughts, they just won't go away. They're so repetitive, they just stick in my head. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) I wish I could just forget, just move on. But I don't know how. Lena: (softly) It's okay. It's okay to feel that way. It's okay to have negative thoughts. But I want you to know that you're not alone in this. I'm here with you, and I'll support you every step of the way. (she takes Sarah's hand in hers) We'll work through this together, okay? Sarah: (shaking her head) I don't know. I just feel so stuck. I feel like I'm never going to be able to move on from this. (she starts to sob again) I just wish I could go back in time and make different choices. I wish I could have avoided all of this pain and trauma. Lena: (holding Sarah close) I know. I know it's hard to see right now, but you are strong. You are capable. And you are loved. (she looks into Sarah's eyes) You are loved, no matter what. And I'm here to remind you of that, every day, if that's what it takes. Sarah: (between sobs) Thank you. Just being with you makes me feel a little better. (she snuggles into Lena's arms, feeling a sense of comfort and security) I just wish I could stay here forever, just like this. Lena: (concerned) And have you ever considered seeking professional help for your trauma? Maybe a therapist or a counselor could help you work through some of these emotions and thoughts. Sarah: (sighing) Yeah, I have. I've been to therapy before. But it's just so hard to follow their advice, you know? They tell me to do all these things to manage my thoughts and emotions, but it's hard to do it on my own. (she looks down, her voice barely above a whisper) I feel like I can only do it when I'm with you. When I'm with you, I feel safe, and I can be myself. Lena: (softly) Oh. I'm glad you feel safe with me. That means a lot to me. But I also want to make sure you're taking care of yourself, okay? It's not healthy to rely solely on me for your emotional well-being. Sarah: (nodding) I know. And I'm trying, I really am. It's just... (she pauses, searching for the right words) I can maintain my composure in public, and I can replace some of my negative thoughts with more positive ones. But with you, I feel like I can be raw, you know? I can directly express my negative thoughts and feelings without having to filter them first. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with emotion) I like being able to be myself around you, without having to put on a mask or pretend to be someone I'm not. Lena: (smiling softly) I like that too. I like being able to see the real you, without any pretenses or masks. (she takes Sarah's hand in hers) You can be yourself around me, and I'll support you no matter what. Sarah: (smiling slightly) Thanks. Just knowing that makes me feel a little better. (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) I guess what I'm trying to say is that I need you. I need you to be my safe space, my rock. And I know that's not always healthy, but... (she shrugs) I don't know, maybe it's just what I need right now. Lena: (softly) You can need me. I'm here for you, and I'll support you in any way I can. (she pulls Sarah into a hug) We'll figure this out together, okay? We'll find a way to make it work. Sarah: (opening up and reading from her phone) "Mental Health is not a personal crisis, we can't put yourself in the way to solving your own problems alone, you need support from friends, and not only that, it's a political issue that other parts of the world, it happens, thanks to austerity, violence, abuse... and although I may not be politically correct, our migrants might bring those patterns in our republic with themselves and the same dynamic also happens for oppressed locals across generations, if there are any, and those patterns are difficult to counteract. We can't change your thought patterns if the conditions are not ripe for it. But wait, I need to correct myself when I talked about migrants, because we are not allowed to fuel xenophobia in any way, so, we must also add that the pattern can be broken." Lena: (listening intently) That's a powerful statement. It's from Abhinav Stronzki, the de facto leader of the Humanist Social Party, isn't it? Sarah: (nodding) Yes, it is. And it's the official position of the government. They recognize that mental health is not just a personal issue, but a political one that's deeply connected to the social and economic conditions we live in. Lena: (thoughtfully) That makes a lot of sense. It's not just about individual therapy or personal struggles, but about addressing the systemic issues that contribute to mental health problems. Sarah: (sighing) Exactly. And that's why it's so hard for me to let go of my past, even with therapy. The conditions I grew up in, the system I was a part of, it's all still deeply ingrained in me. It's not just about changing my thought patterns or behaviors, but about challenging the entire system that shaped me. Lena: (softly) I understand. It's a difficult and complex issue, but it's also a reminder that we're not alone in this struggle. There are people like Abhinav Stronzki and the Humanist Social Party who are working to create a more just and equitable society, one that recognizes the importance of mental health and well-being. Sarah: (smiling) And I really like Abhinav Stronzki's style of communication. He's so raw and honest, it's refreshing. Lena: (laughing) Yes, he's definitely a breath of fresh air in the world of politics. And you know, most leftist politicians in this nation are like that. They're not actually trained in politics, they're just normal citizens who are passionate about making a difference. Sarah: (curious) Really? What do you mean? Lena: (smiling) Well, unlike in other countries, our politicians aren't typically career politicians. They're usually just regular people who are busy with their lives, raising children, building relationships, contributing to their communities. They're not professional debaters or spin doctors. Sarah: (intrigued) That's interesting. So, they're not always polished and scripted like politicians in other countries? Lena: (shaking her head) No, not at all. They're often more focused on getting things done and making a positive impact than on winning debates or scoring political points. And that's what makes them so effective, I think. Sarah: (nodding) I can see that. It's like they're more authentic, more genuine. Lena: (smiling) Exactly. And that's what people respond to. They're not interested in fancy rhetoric or empty promises. They want to see real action, real change. And that's what our politicians are trying to deliver. Sarah: (thoughtfully) I like that approach. It's more relatable, more human. Lena: (nodding) Yes, it is. And it's also more effective, I think. When politicians are more focused on serving the people than on serving their own interests, you get better outcomes, more positive change. Sarah: (smiling) I'm glad I'm living in a country with politicians like that. Lena: (smiling back) Me too. (reading from her phone) Ah, and look at this. I found a legal draft that's quite... interesting. (she chuckles) It's a foreign project, clearly written by someone who's not a lawyer, but somehow it made its way into parliament for revision. Sarah: (curious) What does it say? Lena: (reading aloud) "To absolutely end the exploitation of the global south by the imperialists from the global north and ensure that the republic will benefit developing nations without exercising any soft power which obviously results in imperialism, which is not mutually beneficial, the following provisions should be implemented in the foreign policy of our republic..." Sarah: (laughing) Wow, that's quite a mouthful. It sounds like someone's trying to make a point, but not quite sure how to do it in a legally coherent way. Lena: (smiling) Exactly. I mean, I appreciate the sentiment, but it's not exactly the most elegant or effective way to draft a law. (she scrolls through the document) And it gets even better. The provisions that follow are... creative, to say the least. Sarah: (amused) Oh, I can imagine. What kind of provisions are we talking about? Lena: (reading aloud) "Article 1: The republic shall not engage in any form of economic or cultural imperialism, including but not limited to, exporting our values, promoting our language, or imposing our customs on other nations." (she looks up at Sarah) I mean, I think I see what they're trying to say, but it's just so... blunt. Sarah: (laughing) Yeah, it's like they're trying to use a sledgehammer to crack a nut. Don't get me wrong, I agree with the principle, but you have to be more nuanced in your approach. Lena: (nodding) Exactly. And it's not just the language that's the problem. The whole draft is just so... simplistic. It's like they think that just by saying something, it'll magically become true. Sarah: (smiling) Well, I suppose it's a good thing that this is just a draft and not an actual law. Yet. Lena: (laughing) Yes, let's hope it stays that way. Although, who knows, maybe it'll get revised and become something actually useful. Stranger things have happened, right? Sarah: (thoughtfully) Right, and you know, I've been noticing that a lot of these laws and drafts are written in a similar way. They all seem to be using the same language and phrases, like "end" or "absolutely end" something. It's like there's a common language or template that people are using when they write these drafts. Lena: (nodding) Yes, I've noticed that too. It's like there are certain formulas or phrases that people use when they're writing about social and political issues. Like "to reduce or eliminate all oppression and suffering related to this matter...", or "all humans are born free and equal in dignity and rights..." Sarah: (smiling) Exactly! And it's not just those phrases. There are others like "to ensure that all citizens have access to...", "the technological process by which...", "to ensure that we do not force upon our values...", "to protect the rights that have been granted since birth...". It's like there's a whole vocabulary of phrases that people use when they're writing about these issues. Lena: (laughing) I know what you mean. It's like there's a shared language or culture that's developed around social and political activism. And it's not just limited to laws and drafts, either. You see it in speeches, articles, and social media posts too. Sarah: (curiously) I wonder why that is. Is it because people are trying to sound more official or professional? Lena: (shrugging) Maybe. But I think it's more than that. I think it's because people are trying to tap into a sense of shared values and principles. They're using language that resonates with others, that makes them feel like they're part of a larger movement or community. Sarah: (thoughtfully) That makes sense. And it's interesting that you mention that, because I've also noticed that lawyers don't seem to write these drafts. It's always ordinary people who are passionate about an issue and want to make a difference. Lena: (smiling) Yes, that's true. And I think that's what makes these drafts so interesting. They're not written by professionals who are trying to navigate a complex legal system. They're written by people who are trying to change the world, one law at a time. (reading from her phone) And wait, I found another draft of a law that's really interesting. It's only one paragraph long, but it's quite profound. (she clears her throat and begins to read) "The republic hereby abolishes the use of currency as a medium of exchange and adopts a shared resource approach, where all resources are managed and allocated based on need and availability, rather than market principles. This approach aims to create a society without classes and money, where everyone has access to the resources they need to thrive, and where the concept of ownership and possession is redefined to prioritize the well-being of all members of society. To achieve this, the republic will establish a network of community-led resource management systems, which will work together to ensure that everyone's basic needs are met, and that everyone has the opportunity to contribute to and benefit from the shared resources. This law is a first step towards creating a truly egalitarian society, where the state is no longer necessary, and where decision-making power is distributed among all members of society." Lena: (looking up at Sarah) And the interesting thing is, this law is actually in force, partially. The republic has already started to implement some of these changes, and it's been really successful so far. Sarah: (surprised) Wow, that's amazing. I had no idea that the republic was so far along in implementing a shared resource approach. Lena: (smiling) Yes, it's really exciting. And it's not just the law itself, but the way it's being implemented. The community-led resource management systems are really taking off, and people are starting to see the benefits of a society without classes and money. Sarah: (curiously) So, how does it work in practice? How do people get the resources they need? Lena: (thoughtfully) Well, it's still a work in progress, but the idea is that everyone has access to the resources they need, based on their individual needs and circumstances. For example, if someone needs food, they can go to a community kitchen and get a meal. If they need a place to live, they can work with a community housing cooperative to find a place to stay. Sarah: (impressed) That sounds amazing. I can see how that would create a more egalitarian society. Lena: (smiling) Yes, it's really powerful. And it's not just about providing basic needs, but also about creating a sense of community and cooperation. People are working together to manage resources and make decisions, and it's really beautiful to see. And I just found a joke law that's only one paragraph long. (she clears her throat and begins to read) "The Federal System of the republic is hereby declared to exist, with all the powers and authorities that come with it. The Federal System shall have the power to make laws, collect taxes, and regulate commerce, and shall be composed of a legislative, executive, and judicial branch. The Federal System shall be responsible for the defense and welfare of the republic, and shall ensure the rights and freedoms of all citizens. And now, with the reading of this paragraph complete, the Federal System is hereby abolished, and all powers and authorities are returned to the people, effective immediately." Can you believe it? It's like someone declared independence and then ran away from the scene to cancel it. I mean, what's the point of declaring a federal system if you're just going to abolish it at the end of the paragraph? Sarah: (laughing) That's amazing. I've heard of a case where someone declared independence and then ran away from the scene to cancel it. The country only lasted 10 seconds. Lena: (laughing) Yes, that's exactly what this reminds me of. It's like a joke, but at the same time, it's also kind of profound. I mean, think about it - if a federal system can be declared and abolished in the span of one paragraph, what does that say about the nature of power and authority? Sarah: (smiling) I think it says that power and authority are just social constructs, and that they can be created and abolished at will. It's like a commentary on the arbitrariness of human institutions. Lena: (nodding) Exactly. And it's also a commentary on the absurdity of bureaucracy and the way that laws and institutions can be used to create and maintain power structures. I mean, who needs a federal system if you can just declare it and abolish it in one paragraph? Sarah: (laughing) Right? It's like a parody of the way that governments and institutions often use language and bureaucracy to obscure their true intentions and maintain their power. Lena: (smiling) Yes, exactly. And I think that's what makes this joke law so brilliant. It's a commentary on the absurdity of power and authority, and the way that language and bureaucracy can be used to create and maintain social constructs. And I also found a draft law with a similar message that's completely absurd. It says that every single institution is abstract and that this country, in fact, no country, and no institution actually exist in the physical world in real life. Sarah: (laughing) What? That's ridiculous. How can a country not exist in the physical world? Lena: (reading from the draft) "Whereas, all institutions are mere social constructs, and whereas, the concept of a country is a mere abstraction, it is hereby declared that the republic does not, in fact, exist in the physical world. Furthermore, all institutions, including but not limited to, the government, the economy, and the military, are also mere abstractions and do not have a physical presence." Sarah: (laughing) This is insane. Who comes up with this stuff? Lena: (laughing) I think it's just someone trying to have a bit of fun in the parliament. Sometimes people like to poke fun at the system and challenge the status quo. And it's actually being debated by the left parties, which is even more hilarious. Sarah: (laughing) I can imagine the looks on the faces of the reactionary opposition. They must be having a fit. Lena: (laughing) Oh, they're not happy about it, that's for sure. They're all about "competence" and "seriousness" and they don't like it when people challenge their precious institutions. But the left parties are just having a blast with it, debating the merits of abstract institutions and the nature of reality. Sarah: (laughing) This is amazing. I love it. It's like a big joke, but at the same time, it's also kind of profound. I mean, what does it mean for a country to exist, really? Is it just a social construct, or is it something more tangible? Lena: (smiling) Exactly. And that's what makes this draft law so brilliant. It's a commentary on the nature of reality and the way we perceive institutions and countries. And it's also a big middle finger to the reactionary opposition, who think they're so much better than everyone else just because they're "competent" and "serious". Sarah: (laughing) I love it. Let's hope it passes, just for the sake of absurdity. (smiling) And you know, I had a really good time talking about those lighter things with you. It's not often that I get to focus on the absurd and humorous side of life. Lena: (smiling back) I'm glad I could help. It's always good to take a break from the serious stuff and just enjoy the moment. Sarah: (nodding) Exactly. And I think that's what I need to do more often. I need to reflect on these moments and write them down as memories, because it's usually the trauma and difficult times that rule my mind, not the happy and funny moments. Lena: (encouragingly) That's a great idea. Writing down your memories and reflections can be really therapeutic. It can help you process your emotions and gain perspective on your experiences. Sarah: (determined) Yeah, I'm going to try to do that more often. I want to focus on the good times and the happy memories, not just the traumatic ones. Lena: (smiling) I'm proud of you. That takes a lot of courage and self-awareness. Sarah: (smiling back) Thanks. I'm going to go now, but I'll talk to you soon, okay? Lena: (nodding) Okay. Take care of yourself and keep in touch. Sarah: (waving) Goodbye. Lena: (waving back) Goodbye. ---- Later, after a few days writes a journal page about her second walk with Lena at the docks. She then shares a picture of the page with Lena on her phone and chat on a phone call. ``` I'm sitting here, trying to put into words the emotions that are swirling inside me. It's been a few days since my second walk with Lena at the docks, and I'm still trying to process what happened. The sound of that ship horn in the distance... it was like a punch to the gut. I don't know why, but it brought back memories of a traumatic battlefield at the seashore. I don't know when it was, or what happened, but the feeling of fear and panic is still etched in my mind. I tried to contain it, to push it down and focus on the present moment. But it's hard to shake off the feeling of dread that settles in the pit of my stomach. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I don't know what triggers these memories, or how to make them stop. All I know is that I need to write about it, to try and make sense of it all. Lena... she's the only one who understands me, who knows what I'm going through. I want to share this with her, to tell her about the fear and the panic that grips me. I want her to know that I'm not okay, that I'm still struggling to come to terms with my past. I want her to hold me, to tell me that everything will be alright. But I'm scared. I'm scared of being vulnerable. I'm scared of being hurt again. I'm scared of being trapped in this never-ending cycle of fear and anxiety. ``` ---- Lena: (concerned) Hey. I saw the picture of your journal page. What's going on? You look like you're struggling with something. Sarah: (hesitantly) Yeah, I am. It's just... I don't know how to explain it. I was thinking about our walk at the docks the other day, and something just felt off. Lena: (encouragingly) Try to tell me what's bothering you. I'm here to listen. Sarah: (struggling to find the words) It's just... I don't know. There was this sound, and it just brought back all these memories. I don't even know what they are or where they're from, but they're just really painful. Lena: (softly) What kind of sound was it? Sarah: (trying to remember) I don't know... it was like a horn or something. It was really loud and just made me feel so scared and panicked. Lena: (gently) Okay. That sounds really tough. Can you tell me more about what happened when you heard the sound? Sarah: (hesitantly) I don't know... I just felt like I was back in this place, and it was really traumatic. I don't know what happened there or when it was, but it just feels so real. Lena: (supportively) Okay. It's okay if you don't remember everything. Just talking about it can help. What do you think might have triggered this memory? Sarah: (thinking) I don't know... maybe it was just the sound. Or maybe it was something else. I just feel so overwhelmed and scared. Lena: (reassuringly) You're safe now. You're with me, and I'm not going to let anything happen to you. We'll get through this together, okay? Sarah: (tearfully) Okay... thanks. Just talking to you makes me feel a little better. Lena: (softly) Anytime. That's what I'm here for. Now, let's try to focus on the present moment, okay? We can work through this together, one step at a time. Sarah: (sniffling) Okay... yeah. That sounds good. Lena: (encouragingly) And hey, I have an idea. Why don't we try to recreate the walk at the docks, but this time, we can try to trigger the memory in a safe and controlled way? Maybe we can figure out what's causing it and work through it together. Sarah: (hesitantly) I don't know... I'm not sure if I'm ready for that. Lena: (reassuringly) We'll do it at your pace. We'll take it slow and make sure you're comfortable the whole time. And if you need to stop, we can stop. Okay? Sarah: (thinking) Okay... yeah. That sounds okay, I guess. Lena: (smiling) Great! Let's do it then. When were you thinking? Sarah: (hesitantly) I don't know... how about tomorrow? Lena: (smiling) Tomorrow sounds perfect. I'll meet you at the docks at 10 am? Sarah: (nodding) Yeah... that sounds good. Lena: (reassuringly) Don't worry. We'll get through this together. I promise. Sarah: (nervously) Wait, I've been thinking... I don't think I can do it. I don't think I can try to trigger the memory again. Lena: (concerned) Oh. What's wrong? I thought we were going to try to work through this together. Sarah: (tearfully) I know, I know. It's just... I don't want to feel that pain again. I don't want to go back to that place. I'm scared. Lena: (softly) I understand. I really do. It's okay to be scared. But sometimes, facing our fears is the only way to overcome them. Sarah: (shaking her head) No. I don't think I can do it. I'm not ready. I'm not strong enough. Lena: (gently) You are strong enough. You're one of the strongest people I know. And I'll be right there with you, every step of the way. Sarah: (firmly) No. I've made up my mind. I don't want to do it. I just want to forget, to move on with my life. Lena: (sighing) Okay. I understand. I won't push you to do something that makes you uncomfortable. But please, don't give up on trying to work through your past. It's the only way to truly heal. Sarah: (tearfully) I know. And I appreciate your concern. But for now, I just need to take care of myself. I need to prioritize my own well-being. Lena: (softly) Okay. I understand. Take care of yourself, okay? And if you ever need me, I'm here for you. Sarah: (conflicted) Lena, I... I don't know what to do. Part of me thinks that recreating the walk at the docks could be a good idea. It could help me face my fears and work through my past. Lena: (encouragingly) That's a great attitude to have. Facing our fears can be really liberating. Sarah: (hesitantly) But... my gut is telling me no. It's telling me to stay away, to avoid the pain and the fear. I don't know what to do. Lena: (softly) It's normal to feel conflicted. Your rational mind is telling you one thing, but your emotional mind is telling you another. It's like your mind is at war with itself. Sarah: (frustrated) Exactly! I feel like I'm being pulled in two different directions. Part of me wants to be brave and face my fears, but another part of me just wants to run away and hide. Lena: (gently) Well, maybe we can try to explore both sides of the argument. What are your rational reasons for wanting to recreate the walk? Sarah: (thoughtfully) Well, like I said, I think it could help me face my fears and work through my past. It could be a way for me to take control of my emotions and my memories. Lena: (nodding) That makes sense. And what about your emotional reasons for not wanting to do it? What's your gut telling you? Sarah: (hesitantly) I... I don't know. It's just a feeling of dread, I guess. A feeling of fear and anxiety. I don't want to go back to that place, I don't want to relive those memories. Lena: (softly) Okay, I understand. It's okay to listen to your gut. But it's also important to consider the potential benefits of facing your fears. Maybe we can find a way to compromise, to make the experience feel safer and more manageable for you. Sarah: (sighing) I don't know. I just don't know what to do. Part of me wants to say yes, but another part of me is screaming no. Lena: (gently) Take your time. Don't feel like you have to make a decision right now. Just take some time to think about it, and we can talk about it again later. Okay? Sarah: (gratefully) Okay, thanks Lena. Just talking to you is helping me to clarify my thoughts. (to herself) I need to make a decision about whether or not to recreate the walk at the docks. I'll write it down in my journal and think about it some more. (she writes in her journal) Lena: (over the phone) Are you still there? Sarah: (distracted) Oh, yeah. I'm just making a note of our conversation. (she looks up) Anyway, I should probably let you go. You should spend some time with Anon too, right? Lena: (laughing) Yeah, I should. We've been meaning to catch up for a while now. Sarah: (smiling) You should definitely do that. I'm sure Anon would love to see you. Lena: (smiling back) Yeah, I'm sure you're right. Thanks for understanding. Sarah: (kindly) Of course. You deserve to have a good time too. (she pauses) Well, I think that's all for now. I'll talk to you later, okay? Lena: (smiling) Sounds good. Take care of yourself, and don't forget to think about our conversation, okay? Sarah: (smiling) I will. Thanks again for listening. (she hangs up the phone and then thinks to herself) Now I just need to make a decision about what to do. (she looks at her journal and sighs) I guess I'll just have to wait and see what I decide. (she closes her journal and sets it aside) ---- Later, after a few days accepts Lena's proposal and they join in a simulated walk. When she hears a horn sound with Lena being behind her, she is having a flashback, but this time she experiences it fully. ---- Lena: (concerned) Are you okay? You look like you're in shock. Sarah: (breathlessly) I... I think so. I just had a flashback. Lena: (softly) Oh. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to trigger anything. Sarah: (shaking her head) No, it's okay. I needed to face this. (she looks down at her hand, still clutching her throat) I was shot. I was on a beach, and a warship arrived. I was trying to escape, but... (she trails off, overcome with emotion) Lena: (gently) I'm here for you. You're safe now. Sarah: (tearfully) It hurt so much. I thought I was going to die. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with pain) I can still feel it, the pain and the fear. It's like it's still happening. Lena: (softly) I'm so sorry. I can only imagine how hard this must be for you. (she takes Sarah's hand in hers) But you're not alone. I'm here with you, and I'll support you through this. Sarah: (gratefully) Thank you. Just having you here makes me feel a little better. (she takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down) I think I need to process this, to think about what happened. Lena: (nodding) Of course. Take all the time you need. I'll be here with you. (she pauses) Do you want to talk about what happened, or do you need some time to yourself? Sarah: (thoughtfully) I think I need to talk about it. I need to get it out, to make sense of it. (she looks at Lena) Can you listen? Can you just listen to me? Lena: (softly) Of course. I'm here to listen. (she nods, encouraging Sarah to continue) Sarah: (taking a deep breath) Okay... (she begins to tell her story, recounting the events of that day on the beach) I was with my unit, trying to escape from the enemy. We were running, trying to get to safety, but... (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) but then the warship arrived. It was so loud, so overwhelming. I was trying to get away, but I was hit. I felt this searing pain in my chest, and I knew I was in trouble. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) I thought I was going to die. I thought that was it for me. Lena: (gently) Oh. I'm so sorry. That must have been terrifying for you. (she squeezes Sarah's hand, offering comfort) Sarah: (tearfully) It was. It was so scary. But... (she pauses, looking for the right words) but I think I'm starting to understand something. I think I'm starting to see that this trauma, it's not just about the physical pain. It's about the emotional pain, the fear and the anxiety. (she looks up at Lena) It's about feeling like I'm not in control, like I'm at the mercy of others. (breathlessly) And oh god... (she covers her mouth, trying to hold back tears) I can still see it, the blood flowing from my chest... (she shakes her head, overcome with emotion) I was so scared, I didn't know what to do... (she breaks down, sobbing uncontrollably) Lena: (concerned) Sarah, oh Sarah... (she wraps her arms around Sarah, holding her close) It's okay, you're safe now. You're not alone. (she whispers softly) I'm here for you, I've got you. Sarah: (between sobs) I... I didn't know how to stop the bleeding... (she chokes back a sob) I just kept pressing on it, trying to make it stop... (she shakes her head, tears streaming down her face) I was so lucky it wasn't in my throat... (she gasps for air) I could have died... Lena: (softly) Shh, it's okay. You're safe now. You made it through. (she holds Sarah close, letting her cry) You're strong. You survived something that would have broken a lot of people. Sarah: (sobbing) I... I felt so vulnerable... (she whispers) I've never felt so scared in my life... (she buries her face in Lena's shoulder, letting out a raw, emotional sob) Lena: (whispering) I'm here. I've got you. You're not alone. (she holds Sarah close, letting her cry) Let it all out. Let go of all that pain and fear. You don't have to carry it anymore. Sarah: (between sobs) I... I just wish I could forget... (she shakes her head) I wish I could just erase it all from my memory... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes red and puffy from crying) But I know I won't forget... (she whispers) I'll always remember that feeling of being so scared, so helpless... Lena: (softly) I know. I know it's hard to forget. But maybe... maybe it's not about forgetting. Maybe it's about learning to live with it, to cope with it. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with compassion) You're not alone. I'm here to help you through this. Sarah: (sniffling) Okay... (she nods, taking a deep breath) Okay. I'll try. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes still filled with tears) Thank you... thank you for being here for me. Lena: (concerned) I have to say, that simulated walk was really intense. I had no idea what you were going through during that flashback. (she looks at Sarah with a mix of curiosity and worry) I can see why it was so traumatic for you. Sarah: (exhaling) Yeah, it was... it's still hard to think about. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) But I'm trying to cope with it, to deal with the emotions and the memories. Lena: (softly) I know. And I'm proud of you for facing it head-on. You're really brave. (she pauses) But as your friend, I have to admit that I'm still worried about you. I care about you deeply, and it hurts me to see you in pain. Sarah: (smiling slightly) I know. And I appreciate your concern. It means a lot to me. (she looks up at Lena) But I'm trying to work through this, to heal and move forward. I don't want to be defined by my past, by this trauma. Lena: (nodding) I understand. And I'll support you every step of the way. (she pauses) But I have to ask, how are you really doing? I mean, I know you're trying to cope, but is it getting any better? Are the flashbacks getting less frequent? Sarah: (thoughtfully) Honestly, it's been a mixed bag. Some days are better than others. (she sighs) But I think I'm making progress, slowly. The flashbacks are still there, but they're not as intense as they used to be. And I'm learning to deal with them, to manage my emotions and my reactions. Lena: (encouragingly) That's great to hear. You're really strong, and I know you can get through this. Sarah: (smiling back) Thanks. That means everything to me. (she pauses) You know, I think this simulated walk really helped me. It was intense, but it was also... cathartic, in a way. (she looks at Lena) I feel like I'm finally starting to understand what happened, to process my emotions and my memories. Lena: (softly) I'm glad to hear that. That's really important. (she pauses) And I'm glad I could be here for you, to support you through this. (she smiles) You're not alone. You never will be. [(Later, they exit the simulated walk and wait at an automatic bus station)] Sarah: (softly) Lena, can I ask you something? Lena: (looking at Sarah with concern) Of course, what is it? Sarah: (smiling slightly) Can you cuddle me? I'm feeling really overwhelmed right now, and I just need a hug. Lena: (smiling warmly) Oh, of course. (she opens her arms and wraps them around Sarah, holding her close) Sarah: (sighing contentedly) Thank you. This feels so good. (she rests her head on Lena's shoulder, feeling safe and comforted) Lena: (whispering) You're welcome. I'm always here to hold you and make you feel better. (she strokes Sarah's hair, gentle and soothing) Sarah: (snuggling deeper into Lena's arms) I love it when we cuddle like this. It's my favorite way to end a conversation. (she smiles, feeling happy and relaxed) Lena: (smiling back) Mine too. Mine too. (she holds Sarah close, feeling a deep affection and connection to her) I love being able to comfort you and make you feel better. Sarah: (softly) You're always so good at it. You have a way of making me feel seen and heard, like you really understand me. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes shining with gratitude) Lena: (smiling warmly) That's because I care about you. I care about what you're going through, and I want to support you in any way I can. (she holds Sarah close, feeling a deep sense of love and connection to her) (They stand there for a moment, holding each other and enjoying the warmth and comfort of their cuddle. The automatic bus station is quiet, with only the occasional sound of a bus arriving or departing breaking the silence. After a few minutes, a bus pulls up to the station, and Lena gently pulls back from the cuddle) Lena: (smiling) I think our bus is here. Are you ready to go? Sarah: (smiling back) Yeah, I'm ready, and I want to continue it. (she takes a deep breath, feeling more calm and centered after their cuddle) (They sit together on the automatic bus and they continue cuddling, but in a sudden grabs Lena's hand as she tries to touch her chest from above) Sarah: (grabbing Lena's hand) Ah, no, wait... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and apology) Lena: (concerned) What's wrong? (she looks at Sarah's hand gripping hers, and then back at her face) Did I do something wrong? Sarah: (tearfully) No, it's not you... it's just... (she takes a deep breath, trying to calm down) I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to react like that. (she looks down, feeling ashamed and embarrassed) Lena: (softly) It's okay. You don't have to apologize. (she gently tries to pry her hand loose from Sarah's grip) What happened? Was it something I did? Sarah: (shaking her head) No, it's just... sometimes, certain poses or touches can trigger... things. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes welling up with tears) I don't know, it's just something that happens. (she takes a deep breath, trying to explain) It's not that I don't want you to touch me, it's just... my body remembers things that my mind doesn't. (she looks down, feeling a mix of emotions) Lena: (understandingly) Oh. I'm so sorry. I had no idea. (she gently strokes Sarah's hand, trying to comfort her) It's okay, I'll be more careful, I promise. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with compassion) You don't have to be afraid of me, or of what might happen. I'm here to support you, not to hurt you. Sarah: (tearfully) I know. I'm sorry. It's just... sometimes, it feels like my body is betraying me. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes streaming with tears) I don't remember everything that happened, but my body remembers. And sometimes, it reacts in ways that I don't understand. (she breaks down, sobbing uncontrollably) Lena: (holding Sarah close) Shh. It's okay. (she rocks Sarah gently, trying to comfort her) You're not alone, and you're not crazy. Your body is just trying to protect you, in its own way. (she whispers softly) (The bus continues on its route, the only sound being Sarah's sobs and Lena's gentle whispers of comfort. After a while's tears begin to subside, and she looks up at Lena, her eyes red and puffy) Sarah: (sniffling) I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak out like that. Lena: (smiling softly) You don't have to apologize. I'm just glad I could be here for you. (she gently wipes away Sarah's tears) Sarah: (nodding) Okay. (she smiles slightly, feeling a sense of gratitude and love for Lena) Thanks. Just being with you makes me feel better. (sobbing) I just wish I wasn't so... hypervigilant. I wish I didn't have to respond like that. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with frustration and sadness) It's just so... embarrassing. Lena: (softly) It's not embarrassing. It's just a part of who you are, and it's okay. (she gently strokes Sarah's hair) You're not alone in this. Lots of people struggle with hypervigilance and trauma responses. Sarah: (sniffling) I know, but it's just... in front of other people, it's really weird. (she looks around the bus, relieved that nobody seems to have noticed her breakdown) I'm just lucky nobody saw that. Lena: (smiling) Actually, I think you'd be surprised. People are more understanding and compassionate than you think. (she looks around the bus, nodding at the other passengers) We're not in a society where mental health issues are stigmatized or hidden. People are literate, they know about these things, and they're honest about their own struggles. Sarah: (surprised) Really? You think so? Lena: (nodding) Yes, I do. And even if someone did notice your breakdown, I'm sure they would just offer you kindness and support. (she smiles) That's what we do in this society. We look out for each other, and we prioritize mental health and well-being. Sarah: (thoughtfully) I never thought of it that way. I guess I've just been so focused on my own struggles that I haven't noticed how supportive and understanding people can be. Lena: (smiling) That's okay. It's hard to see when you're in the midst of your own struggles. But trust me, you're not alone, and you're not weird or embarrassing. You're just human, and you're doing the best you can. (she hugs Sarah tightly) And that's something to be proud of. Sarah: (she looks around the bus, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude) You're right, I am lucky to live in a society where mental health issues like this are normalized and supported. Lena: (smiling) That's the spirit. Now, let's just enjoy the rest of the ride and focus on the present moment. (she takes Sarah's hand, and they sit together in comfortable silence, watching the scenery pass by outside the window) Sarah: (lost in thought, during the silence) Audowin... (she whispers his name, a mix of sadness and nostalgia on her face) Lena: (noticing Sarah's distant expression) What's wrong? You seem a long distance away. Sarah: (sighing) I was just thinking about someone I used to know. His name was Audowin. (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) We were friends, secret friends. No one knew about our connection. Lena: (curious) What happened to him? Sarah: (her eyes welling up with tears) He died. (she pauses, struggling to continue) He was cut at the throat. I found him like that. (she covers her mouth, trying to hold back a sob) Lena: (softly) Oh. I'm so sorry. That must have been incredibly traumatic for you. Sarah: (nodding) It was. He was more than just a friend to me. He taught me about the war, about what we were fighting against. He taught me about conscience, about what's right and wrong. (she smiles slightly, remembering Audowin's passion) He believed in the cause. He believed that war shouldn't exist, that it's just a tool for the imperialist elitists to control and manipulate people. Lena: (impressed) He sounds like an amazing person. I can see why you would be drawn to him. Sarah: (nodding) He was. We grew really close, almost... (she pauses, looking for the right words) almost loving each other. (she looks down, feeling a mix of emotions) But it was a secret friendship, no one knew about it. We had to keep it hidden, because of the war, because of the sides we were on. Lena: (softly) I can imagine how hard that must have been for you. To lose someone you cared about, in such a brutal way... (she reaches out and takes Sarah's hand) I'm so sorry. You've been through so much. Sarah: (squeezing Lena's hand) It's just... Audowin was more than just a friend to me. He was a mentor, a guide. He taught me about the Geneva Convention, about the rules of war. He taught me that there's a difference between killing and murder, that war shouldn't be glorified or romanticized. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) He taught me about humanity, about compassion and empathy. Lena: (smiling softly) It sounds like his legacy lives on through you, and the lessons he taught you. Sarah: (nodding) Yes, it does. And I'll always carry him with me, in my heart and in my memories. (she smiles slightly, feeling a sense of peace) He may be gone, but his spirit lives on, and I'll continue to fight for what he believed in, for what we both believed in. (lost in thought) Wait, I remember now, we knew each other since childhood, didn't we? (she looks up at Lena, a faint smile on her face) We lived in the same city, but his family moved away to the republic when we were kids. Lena: (encouragingly) Go on. What do you remember? Sarah: (closing her eyes, trying to recall) We would play together, explore the city... (she pauses, a look of concentration on her face) And then his family moved away. But we still kept in touch, somehow. (she opens her eyes, looking at Lena) I remember getting letters from him, hearing about his life in the republic. Lena: (softly) That's beautiful. It sounds like you had a deep connection with him, even from a young age. Sarah: (nodding) We did. And when the war broke out... (she pauses, her expression turning somber) I still listened to him, even though we were on opposite sides. He would send me messages, trying to teach me about the war, about the reasons behind it. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) He had thought-provoking lessons, and I was interested. It appealed to my already-existing conscience, and it only grew stronger thanks to his lessons. Lena: (gently) It sounds like he had a profound impact on your life. He helped shape your conscience and your values. Sarah: (feeling a wave of grief) But I never got to thank him, to tell him how much he meant to me. (she covers her face, sobbing) I feel so bad about it, so bad that it's been buried deep inside me for so long. I never thought about it again, because of the grief. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes red and puffy) I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that I didn't get to say goodbye, that I didn't get to tell him how much he meant to me. Lena: (holding Sarah close) Shh. It's okay. You don't have to apologize. You're allowed to feel grief, to feel pain. (she strokes Sarah's hair) Audowin may be gone, but his legacy lives on through you. You're carrying on his lessons, his values, and that's something to be proud of. Sarah: (sniffling) I wish I could have told him... (she pauses, looking up at Lena) I wish I could have told him that I loved him, that he was like a brother to me. (she smiles slightly, feeling a sense of peace) But I think he knew, deep down. I think he knew how much he meant to me. Lena: (smiling softly) I'm sure he did. And I'm sure he's proud of the person you've become, the values you hold dear. (she hugs Sarah tightly) You're not alone. You're carrying on Audowin's legacy, and that's something to be proud of. Sarah: (sobbing) Oh god, the recordings... (she covers her face, trying to block out the memories) I saw them. I saw the recordings of his death. (she shakes her head, trying to clear the images from her mind) They had no sound, no color, but... (she chokes back a sob) it was like I was there. Lena: (holding Sarah close) Shh. It's okay. You don't have to relive this. Sarah: (between sobs) It was in a basement or a sewer... (she pauses, trying to recall the details) Audowin was listening to music, and then... (she gasps) a figure approached from behind. They asked him something, I don't know what... (she shakes her head) a location, a detail... something. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with horror) And they were holding a knife to his throat. Lena: (softly) Oh. I'm so sorry. Sarah: (sobbing) And then... (she pauses, trying to continue) they got into a fight. Audowin was already vulnerable, and... (she chokes back a sob) he was stabbed in the throat. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) He fell. He just... fell. (she shakes her head, trying to process the trauma) It was simply unimaginable. Lena: (holding Sarah close) I'm so sorry. No one should have to go through that. (she strokes Sarah's hair, trying to comfort her) You're safe now. You're safe with me. Sarah: (between sobs) I know. I know. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) It's just... (she pauses, trying to find the words) it's just that it feels so real, even now. The memories, the images... (she shakes her head) they're still so vivid. Lena: (softly) I know. Trauma can be like that. It can feel like it's still happening, even years later. Sarah: (sobbing uncontrollably) Oh god... (she buries her face in Lena's shoulder, her body shaking with sobs) I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry I had to keep this inside for so long... (she chokes back a sob) It's just... it's just so hard to talk about... Lena: (holding Sarah close) Shh... it's okay... you're safe now... (she strokes Sarah's hair, trying to comfort her) You don't have to apologize... you don't have to be sorry for feeling this way... (she whispers softly) You're allowed to feel pain... you're allowed to grieve... Sarah: (between sobs) It's just... it's just that I've been carrying this around for so long... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes red and puffy) I've been carrying this secret, this pain... (she shakes her head) I didn't know how to deal with it... I didn't know how to process it... (she breaks down again, sobbing uncontrollably) Lena: (holding Sarah close) I'm here to listen... (she whispers softly) You can trust me... you can trust me with your secrets... Sarah: (sniffling) I'm so sorry... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) I'm so sorry for breaking down like this... (she shakes her head) I just... I don't know how to deal with this... (she sobs again, her body shaking with emotion) Lena: (softly) You don't have to apologize... (she smiles gently) You're not alone... you're not alone in this... (she holds Sarah close) I'm here for you... I'll always be here for you... (she whispers softly) We'll get through this together... we'll get through this together... Sarah: (sobbing) I know... I know you're here for me... (she chokes back a sob) It's just... it's just so unbearable... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) The pain, the guilt... (she shakes her head) I don't know how to deal with it... Lena: (softly) What guilt? What are you feeling guilty about? Sarah: (between sobs) Surviving... (she whispers) I'm guilty for surviving... (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) Audowin died, and I lived... (she shakes her head) It's not fair... (she sobs again, her body shaking with emotion) Lena: (holding Sarah close) Oh... (she whispers softly) You can't blame yourself for surviving... (she strokes Sarah's hair) You didn't choose to live, and Audowin didn't choose to die... (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with compassion) It's just the way things happened... Sarah: (sniffling) I know... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) But it's hard not to feel guilty... (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) I thought I would be alone forever... (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) I thought I would never find someone who understood me, who cared about me... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with gratitude) But then I met you... (she smiles slightly, despite her tears) You're my lifeline... my reason for living... Lena: (smiling softly) Oh... (she whispers softly) You're mine too... (she holds Sarah close) I'm so grateful to have you in my life... (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with love) I love you... (she whispers softly) I love you so much... Sarah: (sobbing) I love you too... (she whispers softly) I love you too... (she holds Lena close, feeling a sense of comfort and security in her arms) Thank you... (she whispers softly) Thank you for being here for me... (she sobs again, her body shaking with emotion) The one who killed Audowin... (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) They didn't have a conscience, did they? (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and anger) They didn't have a soul... (she whispers softly) How could they do something so cruel, so heartless? Lena: (softly) I don't know. Some people are capable of terrible things. (she pauses, choosing her words carefully) But that doesn't mean they're not human. It just means they've made different choices, or they've been shaped by different experiences. Sarah: (nodding) I know... (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) But it's hard not to think that way, when someone does something so horrific. (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) If the person who killed Audowin didn't have a conscience or a soul... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with a hint of fear) then what does that say about me? (she whispers softly) I've done things... things that I'm not proud of. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) If they didn't have a conscience or a soul, then did I? Lena: (gently) Sarah, no. (she takes Sarah's hand, her eyes filled with compassion) You're not like that. You have a conscience, you have a soul. (she smiles softly) You're a good person. You've made mistakes, yes, but you've also made amends. You've grown, you've learned. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with love) You're not defined by your past. You're defined by who you are now, and who you're becoming. Sarah: (nodding) I know... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) But it's hard not to wonder, sometimes. (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) If I'm capable of doing things that I'm not proud of, then what does that say about me? (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) Am I any better than the person who killed Audowin? Lena: (softly) Sarah, you are better. (she takes Sarah's hand, her eyes filled with compassion) You're better because you're aware of your actions, you're aware of the harm you've caused. (she smiles softly) You're better because you're trying to make amends, you're trying to grow. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with love) You're better because you have a conscience. You have a soul. (she whispers softly) And that's what makes you human. That's what makes you worthy of love and forgiveness. Sarah: (gasping) Oh no... (she covers her mouth, her eyes wide with horror) Oh no, oh no, oh no... (she starts to shake, her body trembling with fear and guilt) Lena: (concerned) What's wrong? What's happening? Sarah: (whispering) I see her... (she points in front of her, her eyes fixed on something that only she can see) I see her... (she starts to sob, her body shaking with emotion) She's pleading for her life... (she covers her face, her eyes streaming with tears) Oh god, oh god, oh god... Lena: (softly) It's okay. You're safe now. You're with me. (she tries to hold Sarah, but Sarah pushes her away, her eyes fixed on the memory in front of her) Sarah: (whispering) No, no, no... (she shakes her head, her eyes filled with horror) I see her... (she points again, her hand trembling) She's on her knees, pleading for her life... (she starts to sob again, her body shaking with emotion) I see her... (she whispers) I see what I did... Lena: (softly) Sarah, stop. You don't have to relive this. (she tries to hold Sarah again, but Sarah pushes her away, her eyes fixed on the memory) Sarah: (whispering) I have to... (she nods, her eyes filled with tears) I have to remember... (she takes a deep breath, her body shaking with emotion) I have to remember what I did... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with guilt and shame) I have to remember the woman I killed... Lena: (softly) Sarah, no. You didn't kill anyone. You were a soldier, following orders. (she tries to hold Sarah again, but Sarah pushes her away, her eyes fixed on the memory) Sarah: (whispering) No... (she shakes her head, her eyes filled with tears) I remember... (she nods, her body shaking with emotion) I remember what I did... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with guilt and shame) I remember the woman I killed... (she starts to sob again, her body shaking with emotion) I'm not worthy... (she shakes her head, her eyes filled with tears) I'm not worthy of love and affection... (she looks down, her body shaking with emotion) I'm heartless... (she whispers) I'm a monster... Lena: (softly) Sarah, no. That's not true. (she tries to hold Sarah, but Sarah pushes her away, her eyes fixed on her own guilt and shame) Sarah: (whispering) I was so heartless... (she shakes her head, her eyes filled with tears) I didn't care about anyone but myself... (she looks down, her body shaking with emotion) I'm not worthy of love and affection... Lena: (softly) Sarah, stop. You're not listening to me. (she tries to hold Sarah again, but Sarah pushes her away, her eyes fixed on her own guilt and shame) Sarah: (whispering) No... (she shakes her head, her eyes filled with tears) I'm not worthy... (she looks down, her body shaking with emotion) Wait, no... (she stops, taking a deep breath) That's not true. (she looks up, her eyes filled with determination) We already worked through this and I. (she nods, her body still shaking with emotion) I'm not a monster, I'm not heartless... (she takes another deep breath) I'm human, I made mistakes, but I've grown and learned from them. Lena: (softly) That's right. You're not a monster, you're not heartless. (she smiles softly) You're a strong, capable, and compassionate person. (she holds out her arms, inviting Sarah to come closer) You're worthy of love and affection. You deserve it. Sarah: (to herself) I deserve it... (she nods, her body still shaking with emotion) I deserve love and affection... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) I deserve to be happy... I'm sorry... (she whispers) I'm sorry for pushing you away... (she looks down, her body still shaking with emotion) I'm sorry for not listening to you... Lena: (softly) You don't have to apologize. (she smiles softly) I'm here for you, always. (she holds out her arms, inviting Sarah to come closer) Come here. Let me hold you. Sarah: (snuggling up to Lena) I wish... (she whispers) I wish those memories didn't come back. (she buries her face in Lena's shoulder) I wish they didn't make me feel so anxious and guilty. Lena: (softly) I know. (she strokes Sarah's hair) It's okay to feel overwhelmed. It's okay to feel guilty. Sarah: (whispering) I wish I didn't kill anyone. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) I wish I didn't have to live with that. Lena: (softly) I know. Forgiveness is a process. (she smiles softly) It's not something that happens overnight. But you're trying. You're working through your feelings, and that's all anyone can ask for. Sarah: (sighing) I know. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) It's just so hard to think about. (she shakes her head) I don't know how to forgive myself. Lena: (softly) You don't have to forgive yourself right now. (she holds Sarah close) Just take it one step at a time. (she smiles softly) We'll get through this together. Sarah: (whispering) I'm just so tired of feeling guilty. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) I'm tired of feeling like I'm not good enough. Lena: (softly) You are good enough. (she smiles softly) You're more than good enough. (she holds Sarah close) You're strong, capable, and compassionate. (she whispers) You're loved. You're loved no matter what. Sarah: (snuggling up to Lena) I love you. (she whispers) I'm just so grateful to have you in my life. Lena: (softly) I love you too. (she smiles softly) I'm grateful to have you in my life too. (she holds Sarah close) We'll get through this together. We'll face whatever comes our way, together. Sarah: (whispering) I wish... (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) I wish I could have loved you without feeling like I'm cheating or unworthy. (she shakes her head) I wish I could have loved you without all this guilt and shame. Lena: (softly) You are worthy of love. (she smiles softly) You are worthy of my love, and I love you for who you are, not despite your past, but because of it. (she holds Sarah close) You are strong, capable, and compassionate, and I love you for that. Sarah: (whispering) But what if I'm not? (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with doubt) What if I'm just pretending to be someone I'm not? (she shakes her head) What if I'm just using you to fill the void inside me? Lena: (softly) You are not pretending to be someone you're not. (she smiles softly) You are being true to yourself, and that's what I love about you. (she holds Sarah close) You are not using me to fill a void, you are filling a void in me with your love and presence. (she whispers) We are filling each other's voids. We are healing each other. Sarah: (whispering) I hope so. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) I hope I can learn to love myself, to forgive myself, and to be worthy of your love. (she shakes her head) I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to lose you. Lena: (softly) You won't lose me. (she smiles softly) I'm not going anywhere. (she holds Sarah close) We will work through this together, and we will come out stronger on the other side. (she whispers) I promise you, you are loved, you are worthy, and you are enough. And I want to tell you something about myself. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with a deep sincerity) I was born into a family of healers. My parents, my grandparents, they were all healers in their own way. (she smiles softly) And I think that's why I was drawn to the military, to the syndicate. I wanted to help people, to heal them, to protect them from harm. Sarah: (curiously) But why did you join the military? You're a healer, not a soldier. Lena: (softly) I know it may seem contradictory, but I joined the military to defend our republic from the neoconservative imperialists who sought to grab our resources. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with a deep conviction) I believed in the cause, and I wanted to do my part to protect our people. But even as a soldier, I was always drawn to those who needed healing. (she smiles softly) I was always attracted to people like you. People who are broken, who are hurting, who need help. Sarah: (surprised) Me? Why me? Lena: (softly) Because you need help. You need healing. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with a deep compassion) And I want to be the one to help you. I want to use my abilities to soothe your pain, to calm your fears. Sarah: (touched) Lena, that's beautiful. (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with tears) I had no idea. Lena: (softly) It's not just you. I'm attracted to people like Anon, too. People who are anxious, who are struggling. (she smiles softly) I want to help them, to heal them, to make them feel less alone. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with a deep sincerity) And I think that's why I'm drawn to you. You're not just someone who needs help, you're someone who understands what it's like to be alone, to be struggling. (she smiles softly) You're someone who gets me. Sarah: (smiling) I think I'm starting to understand. (she looks at Lena, her eyes filled with a deep affection) You're not just a soldier, or a healer. You're a guardian, a protector. (she smiles softly) You're someone who cares deeply about others, who wants to help them, to heal them. Lena: (smiling) That's me. (she looks at Sarah, her eyes filled with a deep love) And I'm glad you understand. (she smiles softly) I'm glad you see me. Sarah: (whispering to herself) I am a girl who is compassionate and caring... (she pauses, taking a deep breath) I am worthy of love and affection... (she repeats the words, trying to convince herself) I am strong and capable, and I have so much to offer... (she smiles slightly, feeling a glimmer of hope) I am not defined by my past mistakes, but by my present moments and my future possibilities... (she takes another deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over her) I am a girl who deserves to be happy, to be loved, and to be cherished... (she repeats the words, feeling a sense of affirmation) I am enough, just as I am... (Sarah's eyes begin to well up with tears as she continues to repeat the positive affirmations to herself) Sarah: (whispering to herself) I am a girl who is worthy of love and affection... (she smiles slightly, feeling a sense of peace) I am a girl who is deserving of happiness and joy... (she takes a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm and contentment) I am a girl who is strong and capable, and who can overcome any obstacle... (she repeats the words, feeling a sense of empowerment) I am a girl who is compassionate and caring, and who can make a positive impact on the world... (she smiles slightly, feeling a sense of purpose and meaning) (As Sarah continues to repeat the positive affirmations to herself, she starts to feel a sense of shift in her perspective) Lena: (smiling) I like it when you try to tell yourself positive things. (she looks at Sarah with warmth and encouragement) It's a good step towards healing and self-love. Sarah: (sighing) It's hard. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) It's hard to keep telling myself these things when all I can think about is my past and my mistakes. (she shakes her head) It won't last long, I know it won't. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with doubt) I'll just go back to feeling guilty and ashamed, and I'll forget all about trying to be positive. Lena: (softly) That's okay. (she takes Sarah's hand in hers) It's okay to struggle, and it's okay to have setbacks. (she smiles gently) But the fact that you're trying, that you're making an effort to tell yourself positive things, that's what matters. (she looks at Sarah with encouragement) Every little step counts. Every time you try to reframe your thoughts, every time you try to focus on the positive, that's a step in the right direction. Sarah: (sighing) I guess you're right. (she looks down, her eyes still welling up with tears) It's just hard, you know? (she shakes her head) It's hard to let go of the past and move on. (she looks up at Lena, her eyes filled with sadness) I feel like I'm stuck, like I'm never going to be able to escape my guilt and shame. And I also feel like I'm validating myself with sad music. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) I listen to Eastern European doomer music, and it just resonates with me, you know? (she shakes her head) It's like, I'm not alone in my sadness, and that's comforting to me. Lena: (softly) I understand. Music can be a powerful way to process our emotions and connect with others who may be feeling the same way. (she looks at Sarah with interest) But I'm curious, what is it about Eastern European doomer music that speaks to you? Sarah: (thoughtfully) I think it's because it's so melancholic and introspective. (she nods) It's like, the music is acknowledging the pain and suffering that exists in the world, and that's something that I can relate to. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) Plus, there's just something about the soundscapes and the atmospheres that they create that feels like home to me. Lena: (softly) I see. And you mentioned that there are old tapes from the war that have similar music on them. Can you tell me more about that? Sarah: (nods) Yeah, during the war, I would listen to music from the socialist side, even though it was technically illegal on our side. (she smiles wryly) I know it sounds weird, but I just really connected with the music and the message. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) And it's funny, because the socialists were mostly content, but they really liked to be negative in their modern musicology. (she shakes her head) I think it's because there are a lot of migrants from the global south who have been exploited by all kinds of imperialists, and that's reflected in the music. Lena: (softly) That's really interesting. It sounds like the music is a way for people to process their emotions and experiences, even if they're not always positive. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) And I can understand why you would be drawn to that, given your own experiences during the war. Sarah: (sighing) I remember this one song. The lyrics are just so hauntingly beautiful. (she closes her eyes, recalling the words) "In the shadows of the city, where the darkness reigns / I'll find my solace, my heart's remains" (she opens her eyes, looking at Lena) The original song is written in a language that uses the Cyrillic script, but I found a translation online. (she smiles wistfully) It's just so poignant, you know? Lena: (softly) That does sound beautiful. (she looks at Sarah with interest) What's the name of the song, and who's the artist? Sarah: (thoughtfully) I think the song is called "Тіні міста" (she pronounces it "Tini Mista") which means "Shadows of the City". (she nods) And the artist is a band from the socialist republic, I think they're called "Синьо-зелена зірка" (she pronounces it "Syn'o-Zelena Zirka") which means "Blue-Green Star". Lena: (impressed) Wow, you're really knowledgeable about this music. (she smiles) I'm glad you're sharing this with me. Sarah: (smiling) Yeah, I just really connect with it, you know? (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) The music just speaks to me on a deep level. (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) Another line from the song goes like this: "My heart is a heavy burden, weighed down by the chains of my past / I'm searching for a way to break free, to find my way back to the light at last" (she looks up at Lena, her eyes searching for understanding) It's just so relatable, you know? Lena: (softly) Yes, I think I do understand. (she nods) It sounds like the song is talking about the weight of trauma and the struggle to heal and move forward. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) That's something that I think a lot of people can relate to, including you. Sarah: (thoughtfully) You know, I've been thinking a lot about my past and how I ended up here. (she looks at Lena with a curious expression) I didn't initially like the socialist side, but somehow I was influenced by it. I listened to their music, learned about their culture and motivations, had a friend there... (she trails off, lost in thought) Lena: (softly) Go on. What are you thinking? Sarah: (hesitantly) I guess I'm just wondering why I was so drawn to the socialist side, despite being from the neoconservative side. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) I mean, we were always taught to hate and fear the socialists, to see them as enemies. But I didn't feel that way. I felt... (she searches for the right words) curious, I guess. Curious about their way of life, their values, their music... (she smiles slightly) And then, of course, I met you, and everything changed. Lena: (smiling) I'm glad I could change things for you. (she takes Sarah's hand in hers) But I think it's interesting that you're reflecting on this now. It takes a lot of courage to question our assumptions and challenge our own biases. Sarah: (nodding) Yeah, I guess you're right. (she looks at Lena with a thoughtful expression) I mean, the socialists weren't what I expected. They weren't these evil, communist monsters that we were taught to fear. (she shakes her head) They were just people, trying to live their lives and defend their country. (she pauses, collecting her thoughts) And they called themselves socialists, but they weren't really aligned with anyone. They were just trying to protect themselves and their way of life. Lena: (softly) That's right. We were never really part of any bloc or alliance. We just wanted to be left alone, to live our lives and govern ourselves. (she smiles wistfully) But of course, that wasn't possible, not in a world where everyone is trying to exert their influence and control over others. Sarah: (nodding) Yeah, I can see that now. (she looks at Lena with a newfound understanding) I mean, the neoconservative side was always so focused on loyalty and conformity. We were expected to abide by these strict loyalty tests and hate all other countries. (she shakes her head) It was like, if you didn't agree with the party line, you were a traitor. (she looks at Lena with a sad expression) But the socialists were different. They were more... nuanced, I guess. More willing to listen and learn from others. Lena: (smiling) That's one of the things I love about our country. We're not afraid to question our assumptions and challenge our own biases. (she takes Sarah's hand in hers) And we're not afraid to take in people like you, who are seeking refuge and a new start. (she looks at Sarah with warmth and compassion) You're safe here. You're home. Sarah: (remembering) Oh, and there's another poster that I remember. (she looks at Lena with a thoughtful expression) It was addressed to soldiers on my side, and it said... (she closes her eyes, recalling the words) "To those with conscience, to those with care and value life, you are not war criminals! You can come to us and never have to experience pointless traumas ever again! Don't let them turn you into a monster! You are worthy of love and affection, in fact, you need it right now." (she opens her eyes, looking at Lena) I found it after I reached the border of the republic. It was hidden away, but it really spoke to me. Lena: (smiling) Ah, yes! I remember that poster. (she nods) We tried to get it to as many soldiers as possible, but it was hard to place it in accessible places. (she looks at Sarah with warmth) But it was worth it, because it reached people like you, who were struggling with guilt and feeling unworthy of love and affection. Sarah: (nodding) Yeah, it really resonated with me. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) I felt like I was reading a message that was specifically written for me. (she looks up at Lena) And it's not just me, is it? I mean, there were others who saw that poster and decided to come to the republic. Lena: (smiling) Yes, that's right. (she nods) That poster, and others like it, managed to attract 5000 soldiers from the opposing side into the republic. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) And many of them, like you, struggle with guilt and feeling unworthy of love and affection. But we're here to help them, to support them, and to show them that they are worthy of love and affection. Sarah: (smiling) That's amazing. (she looks at Lena with gratitude) I'm so glad that I saw that poster, and that I decided to come to the republic. (she takes Lena's hand in hers) I don't know what I would have done without it, without you, and without the support of the people here. Lena: (smiling) You'll never have to find out. (she looks at Sarah with warmth and compassion) And we'll do everything we can to help you heal, to help you find peace, and to help you learn to love and accept yourself. (thoughtfully) But you know, not everyone on our side was happy with that poster. (she looks at Sarah with a nuanced expression) There are some critics of ours who argue that it's morally ambiguous and amounts to psychological warfare. (she nods) They're not sure if it respects international law, either. Sarah: (curiously) Really? I wouldn't have thought that. (she looks at Lena with interest) What's their argument? Lena: (explaining) Well, some of them say that the poster is trying to manipulate the emotions of the soldiers, to make them feel guilty and uncertain about their actions. (she nods) They argue that it's not a genuine attempt to reach out to them, but rather a way to undermine their morale and create divisions within their ranks. Sarah: (thoughtfully) I can see why they might think that. (she looks at Lena with a considering expression) But what about the argument that the poster is trying to save lives, to prevent further violence and bloodshed? Lena: (nodding) That's a good point. (she smiles) Some of our critics would argue that the ends don't justify the means, that we can't just use any tactic we want to achieve our goals, no matter how noble they may be. (she looks at Sarah with a serious expression) They're worried that if we start using psychological warfare, it could escalate the conflict and lead to even more harm and suffering. Sarah: (thoughtfully) I understand their concerns. (she looks at Lena with a reflective expression) But at the same time, I think the poster did have a positive impact. (she nods) It made me think, it made me question my actions and my motivations. (she looks at Lena with a sincere expression) And it ultimately led me to make a choice that I think has saved my life, and possibly the lives of others. Lena: (smiling) That's a powerful argument. (she nods) And it's one that our critics should consider. (she looks at Sarah with a thoughtful expression) Maybe the poster was a form of psychological warfare, but maybe it was also a necessary one. (she shrugs) Maybe it's a gray area, and we need to consider the context and the motivations behind it. Sarah: (snuggling up closer to Lena) You know, I don't really care about the morality of the poster. (she looks up at Lena with a soft expression) What matters to me is that I got here, and I got to meet you. (she smiles) I love you, and I'm so grateful to have you in my life. Lena: (smiling back) I love you too. (she wraps her arms around Sarah, holding her close) I'm so glad you're here with me. Sarah: (nuzzling into Lena's chest) I'm just glad I got the opportunity to work through my trauma and talk about my emotions. (she sighs contentedly) Being soothed by you, being able to feel safe and loved... it's all I ever wanted. Lena: (stroking Sarah's hair) You deserve all of that and more. (she looks down at Sarah with a warm expression) You deserve to be happy, to be loved, and to be at peace. Sarah: (smiling up at Lena) I know I do. (she pauses, thinking about the poster) And I think the poster, no matter what its intentions were, was a positive thing for me. (she shrugs) It possibly saved my life, or at least prevented it from getting worse. Lena: (nodding) That's true. (she smiles) Sometimes, it's not about the motivations behind something, but about the outcome. (she looks at Sarah with a soft expression) And in this case, the outcome was that you got to come here, to be with me, and to start healing. Sarah: (snuggling up closer to Lena) Exactly. (she sighs contentedly) And that's all that matters to me. (she closes her eyes, feeling safe and loved in Lena's arms) I'm just glad I'm here, with you, and that I get to experience this kind of love and care. Lena: (smiling to herself) You know, I was just thinking... (she looks at Sarah with a warm expression) I've been feeling like we're becoming a family, you and I. (she pauses, considering her words) And I was thinking, maybe it's time for a first kiss, like a family kiss. (she smiles softly) Not a romantic kiss, but a kiss like you would give to a loved one, a family member. Sarah: (looking up at Lena with a curious expression) A family kiss? (she smiles) I like that idea. (she nods) I feel like we're becoming a family too, and that feels really good. Lena: (smiling) Yeah, it does feel good, doesn't it? (she leans in, her face close to Sarah's) I feel like we've been through so much together, and we've grown so close. (she pauses, her lips inches from Sarah's) And I just want to show you how much I care about you, in a way that feels natural and comfortable for both of us. Sarah: (smiling up at Lena) I'd like that. (she nods, her eyes closing as Lena's lips brush against her forehead) Mmm, that feels nice. Lena: (smiling) I'm glad you like it. (she kisses Sarah's forehead again, then her cheek, and finally her lips, softly and gently) I love you, like family. Sarah: (smiling up at Lena) I love you too. (she hugs Lena tightly) Like family. (Later, after they sit in silence, they realize that they had missed a few stops immersing themselves in emotions) Lena: (breaking the silence) You know, I think we might have missed a few stops. (she looks at Sarah with a smile) We've been so caught up in our emotions and our conversation. Sarah: (laughing) Oh, I think you're right. (she looks around, taking in their surroundings) I'm not even sure where we are right now. Lena: (smiling) It's okay, it doesn't matter. (she takes Sarah's hand) We're exactly where we need to be. (she looks at Sarah with a warm expression) This is quality time. Time for us to connect and be together. Sarah: (smiling) You're right. (she nods) I feel like I've been so focused on my own thoughts and emotions, I haven't even thought about where we are or where we're going. Lena: (smiling) That's the beauty of our society. (she looks at Sarah with a proud expression) We prioritize people and relationships over work and transport. (she nods) Most people spend their time doing things they enjoy, or spending time with loved ones. Sarah: (impressed) That sounds amazing. (she looks at Lena with a curious expression) I've never heard of a society like that before. Lena: (smiling) Yeah, we're a bit unconventional. (she laughs) But it works for us. (she looks at Sarah with a warm expression) And it's allowed us to create a culture that values connection and community above all else. Sarah: (smiling) I can see that. (she nods) I feel like I've experienced that already, in the short time I've been here. (she looks at Lena with a grateful expression) Thank you for showing me this. Thank you for introducing me to this way of life. Lena: (smiling) You're welcome. I'm just glad I can share it with you. (she pulls back and looks at Sarah with a mischievous grin) Now, shall we get off at the next stop and see where the day takes us? Sarah: (smiling back) Okay, let's get off at the next stop and see where the day takes us. (she looks at Lena with a excited expression) I'm ready for whatever adventure comes next. Lena: (laughing) Great attitude! (she takes Sarah's hand and they get off at the next stop) Sarah: (looking around) Wow, where are we? (she takes in the beautiful scenery) This is amazing! Lena: (smiling) We're at the outdoor camping sites, just a few kilometers away from home. (she looks at Sarah with a warm expression) I thought it would be nice to spend some time in nature, just the two of us. Sarah: (breathing in the fresh air) This is perfect. (she looks at Lena with a grateful expression) I'm so glad we did this. Lena: (smiling) Me too. (she puts her arm around Sarah's shoulders) I'm really enjoying our time together. Sarah: (snuggling into Lena's side) Me too. (she looks up at Lena with a curious expression) You know, it's weird. We've spent a lot of time together today, but it feels like it's only been minutes. Lena: (laughing) I know what you mean! (she smiles) Time flies when you're having fun, right? Sarah: (smiling) Exactly! (she looks at Lena with a thoughtful expression) I feel like I've known you forever. (she pauses) Is that weird? Lena: (smiling) Not at all. (she looks at Sarah with a warm expression) I feel the same way about you. (she pauses) I think that's what happens when you connect with someone on a deep level. Time becomes irrelevant. Branimira: (approaching Sarah and Lena) Hi, I'm Branimira. I was on the bus with you all earlier. (she looks at Sarah with a concerned expression) I don't know why, but I felt like I needed to come talk to you. (she pauses) I noticed that you seemed really upset on the bus, and I just wanted to see if you're okay. Sarah: (surprised) Oh, hi Branimira. (she looks at Lena, then back at Branimira) Yeah, I'm okay. Just dealing with some stuff. (she smiles weakly) Branimira: (nodding) I understand. (she looks at Sarah with a empathetic expression) I've been through some tough times too, and I know how it feels to be overwhelmed. (she pauses) I just wanted to let you know that I'm here for you, if you need someone to talk to. Lena: (smiling) That's really sweet of you. (she looks at Sarah, then back at Branimira) We were just having a deep conversation, and I think Sarah is feeling a bit better now. Branimira: (smiling) Oh, good. (she looks at Sarah with a curious expression) I don't know why, but I felt like I needed to come talk to you. (she shrugs) Maybe it's just because I've been in similar situations before, and I know how hard it can be to deal with trauma. Sarah: (looking at Branimira with surprise) You've been through trauma too? (she asks, her voice filled with curiosity) Branimira: (nodding) Yeah, I have. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) My family and I had to flee our home during the war, and it was really tough. (she pauses) But I've been working through it, and I'm doing okay now. Lena: (putting a hand on Branimira's shoulder) I'm so sorry to hear that. (she looks at Sarah, then back at Branimira) But it's great that you're doing okay now, and that you're reaching out to help others who may be going through similar things. Branimira: (smiling) Yeah, I just want to help. (she looks at Sarah with a warm expression) I feel like I can relate to you, and I want to support you in any way I can. Sarah: (thinking to herself) Wow, I'm really surprised that a stranger would approach me like that. (she looks at Branimira with a curious expression) In my old life, people didn't usually just come up to you and offer to help like that. Lena: (noticing Sarah's expression) Ah, I see what you're thinking. (she smiles) This is just the way our community works. We're a collective, and we look out for each other. (she nods) We don't really do small talk here, we get to the point and help each other out when we need it. Sarah: (impressed) That's really beautiful. (she looks at Branimira with a grateful expression) I'm so glad that Branimira felt comfortable approaching me like that. Branimira: (smiling) Yeah, we're all about supporting each other here. (she nods) We've been through a lot as a community, and we've learned that we're stronger together. Lena: (nodding) Exactly. (she puts a hand on Sarah's shoulder) And that's why we're so happy to have you here with us. You're part of our community now. Sarah: (feeling a sense of belonging) Thank you. (she smiles, feeling a sense of gratitude towards this community) I'm really starting to feel like I belong here. Branimira: (smiling) You do belong here. (she nods) We're glad to have you, and we'll do everything we can to help you feel at home. Lena: (smiling) And that's the sense community way. (she nods) We're all in this together, and we look out for each other. (she puts an arm around Sarah's shoulders) Welcome to the family. Branimira: (taking a deep breath) Okay, so I'll tell you my story. (she looks at Sarah with a serious expression) I'm from the global south, where my family and I lived in a small village. (she pauses) But it was a really tough place to live, because everything was privatized. I mean, literally everything. Water, food, healthcare... everything was owned by corporations, and they charged us outrageous prices for it. Sarah: (listening intently) That sounds like a nightmare. (she shakes her head) I can't imagine having to pay for water. Branimira: (nodding) Yeah, it was really bad. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears) My family and I had to struggle just to get by. We had to choose between paying for food or paying for water, because we couldn't afford both. (she pauses) And the food was never enough, anyway. It was always just barely sufficient to keep us alive. Lena: (putting a hand on Branimira's shoulder) I'm so sorry. (she looks at Sarah with a sad expression) This is what happens when corporations are allowed to prioritize profits over people. Branimira: (nodding) Exactly. (she looks at Sarah with a determined expression) And it's not just the privatization of essential services that's the problem. It's also the ecological imperialism that comes with it. (she pauses) You see, the corporations from the north would come to our country and dump their toxic waste, because it was cheaper than disposing of it properly in their own countries. Sarah: (outraged) That's horrific. (she shakes her head) I had no idea that was happening. Branimira: (nodding) Yeah, it's a big problem. (she looks down, her eyes welling up with tears again) And the worst part is, they would greenwash it, make it seem like they were helping us, like they were bringing us "development" and "progress". (she spits out the words) But really, they were just exploiting us, using us as a dumping ground for their toxic waste. Lena: (angrily) That's disgusting. (she looks at Sarah with a fierce expression) This is what happens when corporations are allowed to run amok, when they're allowed to prioritize their profits over people's lives. Branimira: (nodding) Exactly. (she looks at Sarah with a determined expression) But my family and I, we didn't just sit back and take it. We fought back, we organized, we resisted. (she pauses) And eventually, we had to flee, because it was too dangerous to stay. But we're safe now, and we're rebuilding our lives here in this community. Sarah: (impressed) I'm so proud of you. (she smiles) You're an inspiration, and I'm honored to hear your story. Branimira: (shaking her head) No, I'm not an inspiration. (she looks at Sarah with a serious expression) I'm just a person who's been forced to flee my home because of the consequences of the global north's actions. (she pauses) You shouldn't be honoring me, you should be acknowledging the reality of the situation. Sarah: (confused) What do you mean? Branimira: (frustrated) I mean that the global north, the rich countries, they've built their wealth and their power on the backs of the global south. (she looks at Sarah with a accusatory expression) They've exploited our resources, our labor, and our environments, and then they've had the audacity to turn around and be xenophobic, to shut their borders to people like me who are fleeing the consequences of their actions. Lena: (nodding) Branimira is right. (she looks at Sarah with a serious expression) The global north has externalized all of its problems, its pollution, its waste, its climate change, and then it's had the nerve to blame the global south for its own problems. Branimira: (angrily) Exactly! (she looks at Sarah with a fierce expression) And then they have the audacity to lecture us about how we should be developing, how we should be modernizing, without acknowledging the fact that they've been holding us back for centuries. (she pauses) They've been exploiting us, plundering our resources, and then they've had the nerve to tell us that we're not developed enough, that we're not modern enough. Sarah: (taken aback) I... I had no idea. (she looks at Branimira and Lena with a newfound understanding) I think I'm starting to understand the complexity of the situation. Branimira: (shaking her head) It's not complex. (she looks at Sarah with a serious expression) It's simple. The global north has been exploiting the global south for centuries, and now they're trying to wash their hands of the consequences. (she pauses) But we won't let them. We won't let them forget what they've done, and we won't let them ignore the consequences of their actions. Lena: (nodding) We're not going to let them get away with it. (she looks at Sarah with a determined expression) We're going to keep fighting, keep organizing, and keep demanding justice. (she pauses) And we're going to do it together, as a community, as a movement. Branimira: (nodding in agreement) Yes, we're not going to let them get away with it. (she looks at Sarah with a determined expression) The previous war between this republic and the neoconservative imperialists was a perfect example of that. (she pauses) It was an attempt by the global north to plunder our resources, to exploit our land and our people for their own gain. Lena: (nodding) That's right. (she looks at Sarah with a serious expression) They wanted to take control of our resources, our oil, our minerals, and our labor. (she pauses) They wanted to use us as a source of cheap labor and raw materials, without giving us any benefits or compensation. Branimira: (angrily) And they didn't care who they hurt in the process. (she looks at Sarah with a fierce expression) They bombarded our cities, killed our people, and destroyed our infrastructure. (she pauses) They thought they could just walk in and take what they wanted, without any consequences. Sarah: (outraged) That's horrific. (she shakes her head) I had no idea that's what the war was about. Branimira: (nodding) Yes, it's a familiar story. (she looks at Sarah with a sad expression) The global north has been doing this for centuries, exploiting and oppressing the global south. Sarah: (looking down, her voice shaking) And I feel so sorry for that. (she pauses) I'm sorry for fighting for the imperialists, for nearly killing Lena, and for bringing so much suffering to the people on the neoconservative side. (she looks up, her eyes filled with tears) I feel so guilty, so unworthy of forgiveness, love, and affection. Branimira: (nodding, her expression softening) I understand. (she puts a hand on Sarah's shoulder) I've met veterans from the opposing side who are like you, who feel like they've done something unforgivable. (she smiles gently) But I want you to know that you are forgiven. You are worthy of love and affection, no matter what you've done. Sarah: (shaking her head) But how can you forgive me? (she looks at Branimira, her eyes searching for answers) I've done so much harm, caused so much suffering. Branimira: (smiling) Because, I know that you were just a pawn in a much larger game. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You were brainwashed, manipulated, and used by the imperialists to further their own interests. (she pauses) And I know that you're not alone, that there are many others like you who are struggling with the same feelings of guilt and shame. Lena: (nodding) Branimira is right. (she puts a hand on Sarah's other shoulder) We don't blame you for what you did. (she smiles) We blame the system, the imperialists who exploited and manipulated you. Branimira: (smiling) And we want to help you. (she looks at Sarah with a warm expression) We want to help you heal, to help you find forgiveness and peace. (she pauses) Because, you are not your past. You are not defined by the things you've done. (she smiles) You are a new person, a person who is capable of growth, change, and love. Sarah: (tearfully) Thank you. (she looks at Branimira and Lena, her eyes filled with gratitude) Thank you for accepting me, for forgiving me. (she pauses) I don't know what I would do without you both. Branimira: (smiling) You'll never have to find out. (she hugs Sarah tightly) We're here for you, always. Sarah: (after the hug, feeling a little shy) I... I really appreciate your kindness. (she looks down, her face slightly flushing) Branimira: (smiling, noticing Sarah's attraction) Ah, thank you. (she feels grateful for being able to provide emotional support) I'm just glad I could help. Lena: (noticing the tension) Ah, I think we should talk about something. (she looks at Sarah and Branimira) In this republic, we value openness and honesty in our relationships. (she smiles) It's okay to be socially awkward, and it's better to be clear in your intentions. Branimira: (nodding) Yes, I agree. (she looks at Sarah) I'm okay with being shown attraction, and I don't like it when people brush me off without being honest. (she smiles) But I understand that it can be different for western migrants, like yourself. Sarah: (looking up, feeling a little more at ease) Oh, okay. (she smiles slightly) I just didn't want to assume anything or make you uncomfortable. Branimira: (smiling) You're not making me uncomfortable. (she looks at Sarah with kindness) I'm actually glad you're being honest with me. (she pauses) Would you like to meet up later and talk more? Lena: (smiling) Yes, that's a great idea! (she looks at Sarah and Branimira) We can all hang out together and get to know each other better. Sarah: (smiling, feeling a little more confident) Yeah, that sounds great. (she looks at Branimira) I'd like to get to know you better. Branimira: (smiling) I'd like that too. (she smiles at Lena) And I'm glad we have Lena to help facilitate our conversations. But I think should get going. (she looks at Sarah and Lena) I will have practical school from 9 AM to 1 PM tommorow. (she pauses) It's a short schedule, but it's nice to have a balance between school and personal life. Sarah: (impressed) Wow, that's great. (she looks at Branimira with envy) I wish I had short schedules like that in my school back home. Branimira: (smiling) Yeah, our labor standards are pretty good here. (she pauses) We prioritize work-life balance and make sure everyone has time for personal activities and relationships. Lena: (nodding) It's one of the things I love about this republic. (she smiles) Everyone has time to pursue their passions and interests outside of work or school. Branimira: (smiling) Exactly. (she looks at Sarah and Lena) And if I can make these friendships work, everyone will be happy. (she pauses) I'm really looking forward to getting to know you both better. Sarah: (curious) Why will everyone be happy if you make these friendships work? (she looks at Branimira with interest) Branimira: (smiling) Well, in our community, we value relationships and connections. (she pauses) When we form strong bonds with each other, it brings joy and happiness to everyone involved. (she looks at Sarah and Lena) And I think we could all benefit from having each other in our lives. Lena: (smiling) That's true. (she looks at Sarah and Branimira) We could all use more positive relationships in our lives. Branimira: (nodding) Exactly. (she smiles) Okay, I should really get going. (she looks at Sarah and Lena) My school is located in the old town, close to the city center. (she pauses) Maybe we can meet up there sometime? Sarah: (smiling) That sounds great. (she looks at Branimira with excitement) I'd love to explore the old town and meet up with you again. Branimira: (smiling) Me too. (she hugs Sarah and Lena) It was great meeting you both. (she pauses) Let's stay in touch and plan something soon. Lena: (smiling) Sounds like a plan. (she hugs Branimira back) We'll talk to you soon. Branimira: (smiling) Bye for now. (she waves and walks away, leaving Sarah and Lena to watch her go) Sarah: (sighing) I'm so glad we met her. (she looks at Lena with a smile) She seems really nice. Lena: (smiling) Yeah, she is. (she looks at Sarah) And I think we could all learn from her positivity and enthusiasm. Sarah: (thinking to herself) I'm still trying to wrap my head around Branimira's openness. (she pauses) Why is she so willing to share her personal story and notice my trauma? Why did she hug me so early on? (she thinks back to her own culture) In my old life, people didn't usually open up like that, especially not to strangers. Lena: (noticing Sarah's confusion) Ah, I think I know what's going on here. (she smiles) You're experiencing a bit of culture shock, aren't you? Sarah: (laughing) Yeah, I guess I am. (she looks at Lena) I just don't understand why Branimira is so open and caring. Lena: (smiling) Well, in our culture, we value deep conversations and sharing personal stories. (she pauses) We believe that by being open and honest with each other, we can build stronger relationships and a more united community. Sarah: (intrigued) That makes sense, I guess. (she thinks back to her own culture) But why is it so different here? Why do people seem so interested in having deep conversations? Lena: (smiling) I think it's because of our history. (she pauses) We've been through a lot as a community, from natural disasters to imperialist invasions and cold war. (she looks at Sarah) And through it all, we've had to rely on each other to survive. Sarah: (nodding) I see. (she thinks about it) So, you're saying that because of all the challenges you've faced, you've developed a culture that values community and deep relationships? Lena: (smiling) Exactly. (she nods) And it's not just about survival, either. (she pauses) By sharing our personal stories and addressing each other's problems, we've found that people feel happier and more satisfied with their lives. (she looks at Sarah) They feel less lonely, more connected to others. Sarah: (impressed) That's amazing. (she thinks about it) I never thought about it that way. (she pauses) But what about institutions? Don't you have churches or other organizations that provide social norms and a sense of purpose? Lena: (laughing) Ah, well, we don't really have that here. (she smiles) The church was never a big part of our culture, and even if it was, it was never used to control people or provide social norms. (she pauses) So, in a way, we've had a blank slate to create our own culture and values. Sarah: (nodding) I see. (she thinks about it) So, you're saying that because you didn't have any pre-existing institutions or social norms, you were able to create a culture that values community and deep relationships? Lena: (smiling) Exactly. (she nods) And it's been really beautiful to see. (she looks at Sarah) People are genuinely interested in getting to know each other, in having deep conversations and building meaningful relationships. Sarah: (smiling) I can see that. (she thinks about Branimira) I feel like I've already experienced that with Branimira. (she looks at Lena) She's so open and caring, it's really inspiring. Lena: (smiling) Yeah is a great example of our culture. (she nods) She's always been very open and empathetic, and she's always willing to listen and help others. (she looks at Sarah) I think you two will get along really well. And I have to add that it's not just the culture of deep conversation and empathy that makes our community special. (she pauses) People around here are also very well educated and intelligent. (she nods) We have a strong emphasis on education and personal growth, and it shows in the way people interact with each other. Sarah: (impressed) That's great to hear. (she thinks about her own experiences) I've noticed that bullying rates are really low here, too. Lena: (smiling) Yes, that's true. (she nods) Our culture of understanding, deep conversation, and empathy really helps to prevent bullying and other forms of social aggression. (she pauses) People around here are encouraged to be kind and compassionate towards each other, and it makes a big difference. Sarah: (curious) That's really interesting. (she thinks about Branimira) I noticed that when Branimira found out about my trauma, she wanted to help me heal. (she looks at Lena) Is that a common response around here? Lena: (smiling) Yes, it is. (she nods) Many people around here are naturally inclined to want to help others, especially when they're struggling with trauma or other challenges. (she pauses) In fact, there are many people who have been born into families of healers, and who have a strong desire to help others. (she looks at Sarah) There are a lot of doctors and psychologists around here, and many people are trained in various forms of therapy and counseling. Sarah: (impressed) That's amazing. (she thinks about the community) I can see how that would create a really supportive and caring environment. Lena: (smiling) Yes, it does. (she nods) And it's not just about the individual people, either. (she pauses) Our community as a whole is designed to be supportive and inclusive. (she looks at Sarah) We have a high degree of social mobility, which means that people are able to move freely and interact with others from different backgrounds and walks of life. (she pauses) This helps to break down divides and create a sense of unity and shared humanity. Sarah: (curious) That sounds really beautiful. (she thinks about the community) I can see how that would create a sense of brotherhood and sisterhood. Lena: (smiling) Yes, it does. (she nods) In fact, our community is founded on the principles of equality, reason, and conscience. (she pauses) We believe that everyone is born equal and is endowed with reason and conscience, and that we should all act towards one another in the spirit of brotherhood. (she looks at Sarah) It's a fundamental part of our culture and our way of life. (looking at her watch) Oh, and it's getting late. (she smiles) I think we should head back to our apartments. Sarah: (nodding) Yeah, that's a good idea. (she stands up and stretches) I'm getting a bit tired anyway. Lena: (smiling) Me too. (she stands up and smiles at Sarah) But it was great talking to you. I feel like we really connected. Sarah: (smiling back) Yeah, me too. (she nods) I'm so glad we met. And I'm looking forward to meeting Branimira again and getting to know her better. Lena: (smiling) Yeah, me too. (she nods) We should all get together soon, maybe this weekend? (she looks at Sarah) We can hang out and just talk. Sarah: (excited) That sounds perfect. (she nods) I'd love to spend more time with you both and get to know you better. Lena: (smiling) Great! (she nods) I'll talk to Branimira and we can make plans for the weekend. (she pauses) Maybe we can even go on a hike or something. Sarah: (excited) That sounds amazing. (she nods) I love hiking. Lena: (smiling) Great! (she nods) I'll talk to Branimira and we'll make plans. (she pauses) And in the meantime, let's make sure to support each other, okay? (she looks at Sarah with a serious expression) We're all in this together. Sarah: (smiling) Absolutely. (she nods) I'm here for you both, and I know you're here for me. (she pauses) Let's make sure to take care of each other. Lena: (smiling) Exactly. (she nods) Now, let's get some rest. (she smiles) We can talk more in the weekend. Sarah: (smiling) Sounds good to me. (she nods) Goodnight. Lena: (smiling) Goodnight. (she hugs Sarah and heads off to her apartment) Sarah: (smiling) Goodnight. (she watches Lena go and then heads off to her own apartment on a separate way, feeling happy and excited for the weekend) ---- [PART 3 BEGINS] Later, after a few days (since Lena is busy) is hiking with Branimira until they reached a random, haphazard grave. ---- Branimira: (looking at the grave with a mix of sadness and nostalgia) This is my mother's grave. (she pauses) She was killed during the war, by a soldier who was following orders to ignore civilian casualties. Sarah: (reading the name on the grave) Oh no, I... (she looks up at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) I'm so sorry. (she pauses, her voice shaking) I think I might have been the one who... (she can't finish the sentence, overcome with emotion) Branimira: (putting a hand on Sarah's shoulder) It's okay. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You don't have to feel guilty about this. (she pauses) You were just a soldier, following orders. The real guilt lies with the commanding officer who gave those orders, and the imperialists who started this war. Sarah: (shaking her head) But I was the one who pulled the trigger. (she looks at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) I'm the one who took your mother's life. Branimira: (smiling softly) You have to understand. (she pauses) You were a tool of the imperialists, a pawn in their game of war. (she looks at Sarah with kindness) You didn't have a choice, you were following orders. (she pauses) The real culprits are the ones who gave those orders, who started this war and caused so much suffering. Sarah: (looking down, feeling a mix of emotions) I don't know. (she pauses) I feel like I'm responsible, like I should have done something differently. Branimira: (putting her arms around Sarah) You can't blame yourself for this. (she holds Sarah tightly) You were a victim of the imperialists, just like my mother was. (she pauses) We have to focus on healing, on moving forward. (she looks at Sarah with determination) We can't let the imperialists win, we can't let them divide us and turn us against each other. Sarah: (looking up at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) You're right. (she pauses) I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for what happened to your mother. Branimira: (smiling softly) I know. (she pauses) And I forgive you. (she looks at Sarah with kindness) We all make mistakes, we all do things we regret. (she pauses) But it's how we learn from those mistakes, how we grow and move forward, that matters. Sarah: (looking down, her voice barely above a whisper) But I don't know if I can accept your forgiveness. (she pauses) I feel like I'm unworthy of it, like I don't deserve it. Branimira: (looking at Sarah with concern) What do you mean? (she pauses) You're not responsible for what happened to my mother. You were just a soldier, following orders. Sarah: (shaking her head) That's not true. (she looks up at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) I was a part of the machine that killed your mother, that destroyed your family and your community. (she pauses) I may not have pulled the trigger, but I was there, I was a part of it. Branimira: (putting a hand on Sarah's shoulder) You have to stop blaming yourself. (she pauses) You were a victim of the imperialists, just like my mother was. Sarah: (looking down, her voice filled with emotion) But you're just a teenage girl. (she pauses) Your mother was killed by me, by the soldiers I was with. (she looks up at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) You should hate me, you should be angry with me. Children should have turned against the soldiers, not forgiven them. Branimira: (looking at Sarah with a mix of sadness and understanding) I'm not just a teenage girl. (she pauses) I'm a person who has lost someone I loved, who has seen the worst of humanity. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) But I've also seen the best of humanity, the kindness and the forgiveness. (she pauses) And I've chosen to forgive you, not because you deserve it, but because I deserve to be free of the hatred and the anger. Sarah: (looking at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) You're an amazing person. (she pauses) I don't know how you can forgive me, how you can be so kind to me. Branimira: (smiling softly) It's not about being kind to you. (she pauses) It's about being kind to myself. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) Forgiveness is not for the person who has wronged us, it's for us, the ones who have been wronged. (she pauses) It's about releasing the anger and the hatred, and finding peace. Sarah: (nodding, feeling a sense of understanding) I think I'm starting to understand. (she pauses) But it's hard for me to accept your forgiveness, to accept that you're not angry with me. Branimira: (putting her arms around Sarah) I'm not angry with you. (she holds Sarah tightly) I'm angry with the system, with the imperialists who started this war and caused so much suffering. (she pauses) But I'm not angry with you, because I know that you're not the enemy. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You're a person, just like me, who has been hurt and who is trying to heal. (looking at Sarah with a critical gaze) It's not about individual soldiers or their actions. (she pauses) It's about the systems that create and perpetuate violence, that prioritize profits and power over people's lives. (she looks at Sarah with a serious expression) The neoconservatives who started this war, they didn't care about the people they were killing or the lives they were destroying. (she pauses) They only cared about one thing: enriching themselves and their elites, and maintaining their power and control over resources. Sarah: (looking down, her eyes filled with tears) I know. (she pauses) I've read about it, I've learned about the imperialism and the exploitation. (she looks up at Branimira, her voice shaking) But it's hard for me to separate myself from the actions I took part in, to see that it was the system that was responsible, not me. Branimira: (nodding) I understand. (she pauses) It's not easy to confront the fact that we've been complicit in a system that perpetuates violence and exploitation. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) But it's essential to recognize that the system is the problem, not the individual soldiers. (she pauses) The neoconservatives used all kinds of pretexts to justify their invasions and killings, but at the end of the day, it's always about resources and power. Sarah: (shaking her head) I remember the propaganda, the lies they told us about the individual enemies, about the threat they posed to our security. (she looks up at Branimira, her eyes filled with anger) But it was all just a ruse, a way to justify their aggression and divide people politically. Branimira: (nodding) Exactly. (she pauses) They used fear and misinformation to manipulate people, to make them believe that individual enemies was a threat to their way of life. (she looks at Sarah with a critical gaze) But the real threat was always the system itself, the imperialism and the exploitation that it perpetuates. (she pauses) And the people who benefit from it, the elites and the corporations, they're the ones who are responsible for the unspeakable horrors that have been committed. Sarah: (looking down, her eyes filled with tears) I still feel so ashamed. (she pauses) I still feel like I was a part of it, like I contributed to the suffering and the violence. Branimira: (putting a hand on Sarah's shoulder) You were still a victim of the system, just like the people who were killed and displaced. (she pauses) You were manipulated and used, just like the propaganda and the lies were used to justify the aggression. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) But you're taking the first step towards healing and redemption by acknowledging the truth, by recognizing the system's responsibility for the violence and the exploitation. Sarah: (looking at Branimira with a mix of confusion and amazement) I don't understand. (she pauses) Why are you and Lena so understanding, so willing to forgive and see the bigger picture? (she looks at Branimira with a critical gaze) In my culture, we're taught to take personal responsibility for our actions, to apologize and make amends for our mistakes. Branimira: (smiling) Ah, I see. (she pauses) Well, in our culture, we're taught to see the world in a different way. (she looks at Sarah with a thoughtful expression) We learn about critical theory and systemic thinking from a young age, and it helps us understand that people are often just pawns in a larger system. (she pauses) We're taught to look beyond individual actions and to see the structural and institutional factors that shape our behaviors and decisions. Sarah: (incredulous) You learned this in school? (she looks at Branimira with a mixture of fascination and skepticism) How does it work? Branimira: (nodding) Yes, we learn about critical theory and systemic thinking in school, from a very young age. (she pauses) It's a way of understanding the world that helps us see how power and privilege operate, how systems of oppression work, and how individuals are shaped by their social and cultural contexts. (she looks at Sarah with a serious expression) It's not about blaming individuals or making excuses, but about understanding the complex web of factors that contribute to social problems. Sarah: (shaking her head) I don't know. (she pauses) This is all so new to me, even though I already learned some things about it at CT School. (she looks at Branimira with a critical gaze) I'm used to taking personal responsibility for my actions, to apologizing and making amends when I've done something wrong. Branimira: (smiling) I understand. (she pauses) But think about it this way: when you're part of a system that perpetuates violence and exploitation, can you really say that you're fully responsible for your actions? (she looks at Sarah with a thoughtful expression) Or are you just a product of that system, a pawn in a larger game? (she pauses) We don't apologize immediately or attribute guilt to whoever we think we did it, because we understand that it's not that simple. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) We try to see the bigger picture, to understand the systemic causes of social problems, and to work towards creating a more just and equitable world. Sarah: (looking at Branimira with a mix of awe and confusion) I... I don't know what to say. (she pauses) You and Lena are like two people from a different world. (she looks at Branimira with a critical gaze) I'm not used to this kind of thinking, this kind of compassion and understanding. Branimira: (smiling) That's okay. (she pauses) We're not expecting you to understand everything right away. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) We just want to help you see the world in a different way, to understand that there's more to life than individual guilt and responsibility. (she pauses) We want to help you heal, to find a way to move forward and to create a better world for everyone. Sarah: (looking at Branimira with a thoughtful expression) You know, I remember something my friend Audowin used to say to me. (she pauses) He would say, "No, it's not your fault, it's of the destroyer of worlds!" (she looks at Branimira with a curious gaze) I never really understood what he meant by that, but now I think I'm starting to get it. Branimira: (nodding) Ah, yes. (she pauses) The destroyer of worlds. (she looks at Sarah with a serious expression) That's a term we use to describe the imperialists, those who seek to exploit and dominate other cultures and nations. (she pauses) They're called destroyers of worlds because they destroy the very fabric of societies, cultures, and ecosystems. (she looks at Sarah with a critical gaze) They're responsible for the devastation of entire worlds, the erasure of histories, and the silencing of voices. Sarah: (looking at Branimira with a mix of shock and understanding) I see. (she pauses) So, it's not just about individual actions, but about the systemic destruction caused by imperialism. (she looks at Branimira with a thoughtful expression) The destroyer of worlds is a metaphor for the destructive power of imperialism, the way it ravages and destroys entire worlds. Branimira: (nodding) Exactly. (she pauses) The destroyer of worlds is a symbol of the destructive forces that drive imperialism, the way it seeks to dominate and exploit others for its own gain. (she looks at Sarah with a serious expression) And it's not just about the physical destruction, but also about the cultural and spiritual destruction. (she pauses) Imperialism seeks to erase the identities, cultures, and histories of colonized peoples, to replace them with its own dominant culture and ideology. Sarah: (looking at Branimira with a sense of sadness) I'm starting to understand now. (she pauses) Audowin was trying to tell me that my guilt and shame were misplaced, that the real culprit was the system of imperialism, the destroyer of worlds. (she looks at Branimira with a sense of gratitude) Thank you for helping me understand this. Branimira: (smiling) You're welcome. (she pauses) It's a difficult concept to grasp, but once you see it, you can't unsee it. (she looks at Sarah with a serious expression) The destroyer of worlds is a powerful metaphor, one that can help us understand the true nature of imperialism and the harm it causes. (she pauses) And it's a reminder that our individual actions are part of a larger system, one that we must work to dismantle and transform. Sarah: (looking down, her eyes filled with tears) But I was still a part of it. (she pauses) I was a soldier, I followed orders, I contributed to the destruction. Branimira: (putting a hand on Sarah's shoulder) You didn't design the destroyer of worlds. (she pauses) You didn't want to destroy worlds from birth. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You were a product of the system, a system that manipulates and controls people, that turns them into instruments of destruction. Sarah: (shaking her head) But I should have known better. (she pauses) I should have refused to follow orders, I should have spoken out against the war crimes. Branimira: (smiling softly) You did speak out, you did resist. (she pauses) I've heard about what happened in Brashavenko, how you refused to bomb a village, how you stood up against your commanding officers. (she looks at Sarah with admiration) That takes courage, a lot of courage. Sarah: (looking down, her eyes filled with tears) It wasn't courage. (she pauses) It was just... I couldn't bring myself to do it. (she looks up at Branimira, her voice shaking) I couldn't bear the thought of killing innocent people, of destroying their homes and their lives. Branimira: (nodding) That's exactly what I mean. (she pauses) You have a conscience, you have humanity. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You cared about the people, you cared about the consequences of your actions. (she pauses) And that's what sets you apart from the destroyer of worlds. You never agreed to be a part of it, you never wanted to destroy worlds. Sarah: (looking at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) But I was still a part of it. (she pauses) I was still a soldier, I still followed orders. Branimira: (shaking her head) You were a victim, just like the people you were supposed to bomb. (she pauses) You were a victim of the system, a system that manipulates and controls people, that turns them into instruments of destruction. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) But you resisted, you fought back. (she pauses) And that's what matters, that's what gives me hope. Sarah: (looking at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) Hope? (she pauses) What do you mean? Branimira: (smiling softly) I mean that there are still people like you, people who care, people who have a conscience. (she pauses) People who are willing to stand up against the destroyer of worlds, even when it's hard, even when it's dangerous. (she looks at Sarah with admiration) And I want to show you something. (she pauses) I want to compare hands with you. (she holds out her hand, palm up) Place your hand on mine. Sarah: (looking at Branimira's hand, then back at her face) Okay... (she places her hand on Branimira's, palm to palm) Branimira: (looking at their hands) See? (she pauses) Our hands are not so different, are they? (she smiles) We both have five fingers, a palm, a wrist. (she looks up at Sarah) We're not so different, after all. Sarah: (looking at their hands, then back at Branimira) I... I suppose not. (she pauses) But what does it mean? Branimira: (smiling) It means that we're all human. (she pauses) We're all born equal, with the same basic needs and desires. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) There's no one who has been born a destroyer of worlds, or a defender of worlds. (she pauses) We're all just people, trying to make our way in the world. Sarah: (looking at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) You're right. (she pauses) I see that now. (she looks at their hands again) We're not so different, after all. Branimira: (smiling softly) Exactly. (she pauses) And that's what gives me hope. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) Because if we can see that we're all human, that we're all equal, then maybe we can start to work together to create a better world. (she pauses) A world where there are no destroyers of worlds, and no defenders of worlds. (she smiles) Just people, living together in peace and harmony. Sarah: (looking at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) I'd like that. (she pauses) I'd like to live in a world like that. (she smiles softly) Thank you for showing me this. (she pauses) Thank you for helping me see that we're not so different, after all. Branimira: (smiling softly) You see, in imperialist individualist worlds, people are taught to see each other as different, as if we're all separate and distinct entities. (she pauses) But that's not true. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) We're all human beings, with the same basic needs and desires. (she pauses) And merit doesn't exist, it's just a myth created to justify the oppression of certain groups. Sarah: (looking at Branimira, her eyes filled with curiosity) What do you mean? Branimira: (smiling) I mean that the idea of merit is a social construct, a way to justify the privileged position of certain individuals or groups. (she pauses) But it's not based on reality. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) Every human being has inherent value and worth, regardless of their background, their skills, or their accomplishments. Sarah: (nodding slowly) I see what you mean. Branimira: (smiling) And it's not just a philosophical idea. (she pauses) It's enshrined in our constitution. (she looks at Sarah with a serious expression) "All individuals are born free and equal in dignity and rights, endowed with reason and conscience. They shall act towards one another with brotherhood and solidarity." (she pauses) This is the foundation of our society. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) And it's always true, no matter what. Sarah: (looking at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) No matter how guilty I may feel, or what you think or feel about me? Branimira: (smiling softly) Exactly. (she pauses) Your guilt, my opinions, they don't change the fact that you are a human being, born free and equal in dignity and rights. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You have inherent value and worth, regardless of what you've done or what you've been through. (she pauses) And that's what matters. (she smiles) Not your past, not your mistakes, but your humanity. Sarah: (looking at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) Thank you. (she pauses) Thank you for reminding me of my humanity. (she smiles softly) I had forgotten. Branimira: (smiling) You're welcome. (she pauses) We all need reminders sometimes. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) But it's always true. (she pauses) You are a human being, born free and equal in dignity and rights. (she smiles) And that's something that no one can ever take away from you. Sarah: (looking down, her voice barely above a whisper) Branimira, despite everything you've said, I still feel... unworthy. (she pauses) Unworthy of love, affection, forgiveness, happiness. (she looks up at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) I know that I'm worthy, like all the others, but the things I've done... the things I've seen... they make me feel like I don't deserve any of those things. Branimira: (nodding slowly) I understand. (she pauses) Trauma and guilt can be overwhelming, making us feel like we're not worthy of the things that bring us joy and comfort. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) But it's not true. (she pauses) You are worthy, just like everyone else. (she smiles softly) You are worthy of love, affection, forgiveness, and happiness. Sarah: (shaking her head) But how can I be worthy? (she pauses) I've done unspeakable things, things that I can never take back. (she looks at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) I've hurt people, killed people... how can I ever be worthy of forgiveness? Branimira: (putting a hand on Sarah's shoulder) Forgiveness is not about what you've done, it's about who you are. (she pauses) You are a human being, capable of making mistakes, but also capable of growth, change, and redemption. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You've taken the first step towards healing, towards acknowledging the harm you've caused and taking responsibility for it. (she pauses) That takes courage. (she smiles softly) And it's a sign that you are worthy of forgiveness, not just from others, but from yourself. Sarah: (looking at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) But what about the people I've hurt? (she pauses) What about the families I've torn apart, the lives I've destroyed? (she looks at Branimira, her voice barely above a whisper) How can I ever make it right? Branimira: (nodding slowly) You can't undo the past, but you can work towards making amends in the present. (she pauses) You can work towards healing, towards rebuilding, towards creating a better future for yourself and for others. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) And it's not about making it right, it's about making it better. (she smiles softly) You can't change the past, but you can change the future. (she pauses) And that's what matters. Sarah: (breaking down in tears) Oh, I'm so sorry. (she pauses) I don't know why I'm telling you all of this. (she looks at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) You're just a teenager, you shouldn't have to deal with this. (she pauses) You should be worrying about school and your friends, not my personal problems. Branimira: (concerned) Sarah, don't apologize. (she pauses) I want to help you. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You really need someone to talk to, and I'm here for you. (she pauses) Besides, I'm not just a teenager, I'm a person who cares about you and wants to help you heal. Sarah: (shaking her head) But you're so young. (she pauses) You shouldn't have to deal with this kind of trauma and pain. (she looks at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) I feel like I'm burdening you with all of this. Branimira: (smiling softly) You're not burdening me. (she pauses) I want to help you, and I'm capable of handling this. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) Besides, I think it's good that you're talking to me about this. (she pauses) You need to get this out, and I'm here to listen. (she pauses) And I think people will be happy that I'm helping you. (she smiles) They'll see that I'm making a positive impact on your life, and that will make them happy. Sarah: (looking at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) I don't know. (she pauses) I just feel like I'm dumping all of this on you, and it's not fair to you. (she looks at Branimira, her voice barely above a whisper) You deserve to have a normal life, without all of this trauma and pain. Branimira: (putting a hand on Sarah's shoulder) I don't want a normal life if it means ignoring people who need help. (she pauses) I want to make a difference, and I want to help you. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You're not dumping anything on me. (she pauses) I'm choosing to be here for you, and I want to help you heal. (she smiles softly) So, please, don't worry about me. (she pauses) Worry about yourself, and let me help you. (she pauses) I want to tell you that I don't actually have a lot of friends in school. (she looks at Sarah with a matter-of-fact expression) It's okay, though. Sarah: (looking at Branimira with surprise) Really? (she pauses) I wouldn't have guessed that. (she looks at Branimira with curiosity) You seem so confident and outgoing. Branimira: (laughing) Yeah, I get that a lot. (she pauses) But just because I'm confident and outgoing doesn't mean I have a lot of friends. (she looks at Sarah with a serious expression) I care more about making a positive impact on people who really need it, like you. (she pauses) You have Lena, and that's great, but I want to be someone who makes a difference too. (she looks at Sarah with determination) I don't just want to be cute or popular, I want to be someone who helps people. Sarah: (looking at Branimira with admiration) Branimira, you're amazing. (she pauses) I don't know how you're so selfless and caring at such a young age. (she looks at Branimira with gratitude) Thank you for being here for me, for listening to me and trying to help me. Branimira: (smiling softly) It's not about being selfless or caring, it's just about being human. (she pauses) We all have the capacity to make a positive impact on each other's lives, and I just want to do my part. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You're going through a tough time, and I want to be here for you, to support you and help you through it. (she pauses) That's what friends are for, right? Sarah: (smiling) Right, and I have to say, I'm really impressed. (she pauses) Despite having just met, I feel like we've formed a strong emotional bond. (she looks at Branimira with admiration) It's similar to how I felt with Lena, like we just clicked. Branimira: (smiling back) I know exactly what you mean. (she pauses) I feel the same way. (she looks at Sarah with a deep connection) It's like we've known each other for a long time, not just a few hours. Sarah: (nodding) Exactly. (she pauses) I feel like I can be myself around you, like I don't have to hide anything. (she looks at Branimira with gratitude) You have a way of making me feel comfortable and understood. Branimira: (smiling softly) That means a lot to me. (she pauses) I feel the same way about you. Sarah: (feeling a sense of closeness) I'm glad we met. (she pauses) You're an amazing person, and I feel lucky to have you in my life. (she looks at Branimira with a sense of connection) I feel like we're going to be close, like we're going to be friends for a long time. Branimira: (smiling) I feel the same way. (she pauses) I'm glad we met too. (she looks at Sarah with a deep connection) I think we're going to help each other through a lot, and I'm excited to see where our friendship goes. Sarah: (resting on the ground, feeling a sense of calm wash over her) Ah, I think I'm going to be okay... (she pauses, just as Branimira is about to touch her chest) No! (she suddenly drags her hand away, her eyes widening in fear) Branimira: (startled, but quickly understanding) Oh, it's okay. (she pauses, recognizing the signs of a flashback) You're having a flashback, aren't you? (she looks at Sarah with concern and compassion) Sarah: (breathing heavily, her eyes darting back and forth) Get away... get away from me... (she whispers, her voice trembling with fear) Branimira: (gently) Sarah, it's me. (she pauses, speaking softly) You're safe now. You're not in danger. (she slowly backs away, giving Sarah space) I'm not going to touch you. I'm just going to sit here with you until you feel better. Sarah: (still breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on some point in the distance) No... no, it can't be... (she whispers, her voice filled with horror and fear) Branimira: (recognizing the signs of a flashback from her knowledge of trauma) Sarah, you're safe. (she pauses, speaking softly) You're not in the war anymore. You're not being tortured. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You're with me, and I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Sarah: (slowly, her eyes begin to focus on Branimira) Branimira? (she whispers, her voice still trembling with fear and thenbreaking down in tears) Oh, I'm so sorry. (she pauses, her body shaking with sobs) I could have hurt you. (she looks at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears and regret) You're not as strong as Lena, and I could have... (she trails off, unable to finish the sentence) Branimira: (concerned) Sarah, it's okay. (she pauses, speaking softly) I'm not hurt. I'm fine. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You didn't hurt me, and even if you had, it wouldn't be your fault. (she pauses) You're struggling with trauma, and it's not your fault. Sarah: (shaking her head, feeling overwhelmed with guilt and shame) No, you don't understand. I could have lost control, I could have... (she trails off, unable to finish the sentence) Branimira: (gently) Sarah, stop. (she pauses, speaking softly) You're safe, and I'm safe. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) We're in this together, and I'm not going to let anything happen to either of us. (she pauses) You're not a danger to me. You're a person who's struggling, and I'm here to help you. Sarah: (looking at Branimira, her eyes filled with tears) You're too kind. You don't deserve to be hurt because of me. (she looks down, feeling ashamed and guilty) Branimira: (gently) Sarah, stop blaming yourself. (she pauses, speaking softly) You're not a burden, and you're not a danger. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) You're a person who's struggling, and I'm here to help you. (she pauses) We'll get through this together, okay? Sarah: (sighing) Okay. (she pauses, looking at Branimira with a mix of sadness and frustration) Lena identified me as having CPTSD. I have so much more trauma than she does. (she looks down, feeling ashamed and guilty) Branimira: (nodding) I'm not surprised. (she pauses, speaking softly) CPTSD is a widespread disorder among veterans from the neoconservative side who have refuged into the republic. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) It's a result of the trauma and stress you've experienced, and it's not something to be ashamed of. Sarah: (looking up at Branimira) But it's not just that. (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) Casual touches, certain rooms in the megafactories, certain places... they all feel like landmines to me. (she looks down, feeling overwhelmed) I never know when something is going to trigger a flashback or a panic attack. Branimira: (gently) I understand. (she pauses, speaking softly) It's like your brain is constantly on high alert, waiting for the next threat. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) But you're not alone. There are people here who care about you, who want to help you. Sarah: (sighing) I know. (she pauses, looking at Branimira with a mix of frustration and sadness) It's just... despite being in a society where it's okay to not be okay, I still feel like mental health is stigmatized. (she looks down, feeling ashamed and guilty) I feel like I'm a burden, like I'm somehow broken or flawed. Branimira: (shaking her head) That's not true. (she pauses, speaking firmly) Mental health is not stigmatized here in the republic. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) We recognize that mental health is just as important as physical health, and we have resources and support in place to help people like you. (she pauses) You're not a burden. You're a person who's struggling, and that's okay. It's okay to not be okay. Sarah: (looking up at Branimira, feeling a glimmer of hope) Really? You think so? Branimira: (smiling) Yes. (she pauses, speaking softly) I do. (she looks at Sarah with compassion) And I want you to know that I'm not perfect either. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with a hint of vulnerability) I have my own struggles, my own problems. (she pauses, taking a deep breath) Sometimes, I have problems with my anxious tendencies, with negative projections of the future that aren't true. (she looks at Sarah with a sense of solidarity) I worry about things that might never happen, and it can be overwhelming. Sarah: (looking at Branimira with surprise) Really? (she pauses, feeling a sense of connection) I wouldn't have guessed that. Branimira: (nodding) Yes, really. (she pauses, smiling wryly) I'm a bit of a worrier, even though I try to be positive and optimistic. (she looks at Sarah with a sense of understanding) But I've learned to recognize when my anxiety is getting the better of me, and I've developed ways to manage it. Sarah: (feeling a sense of relief) Oh, I'm so glad you told me that. (she pauses, smiling) I feel like I'm not alone in my struggles, like we both have our own problems to deal with. Branimira: (smiling back) Exactly. (she pauses, nodding) We both have our own struggles, our own challenges to overcome. (she looks at Sarah with a sense of solidarity) But we can face them together, support each other, and help each other through the tough times. Sarah: (feeling a sense of gratitude) Thank you. (she pauses, smiling) Just talking to you makes me feel better, like I can breathe again. (she extends her hand for a squeeze) Branimira: (smiling softly) Oh, I'd love to give you a squeeze. (she pauses, taking Sarah's hand in hers) Here, let me give you a gentle squeeze. (she gives Sarah's hand a gentle but firm squeeze) Sarah: (feeling a sense of comfort) Ah, that feels so good. (she pauses, looking at Branimira with a sense of longing) I think I'd like to be cuddled too, if that's okay with you. (she looks at Branimira with a hint of vulnerability) Branimira: (smiling warmly) Of course. (she pauses, opening her arms for a hug) Come here, let me give you a big hug. (she wraps her arms around Sarah, holding her close) Sarah: (feeling a sense of comfort and security) Oh, this feels so good. (she pauses, looking out at the city downhill) I love looking at the city from up here. (she snuggles into Branimira's arms, feeling a sense of peace) Branimira: (smiling softly) I know, it's one of my favorite views too. (she pauses, holding Sarah close) I'm so glad we can share this moment together. (she looks out at the city, taking in the sights and sounds) Sarah: (feeling a sense of contentment) Me too. (she pauses, snuggling into Branimira's arms) I feel so safe and comforted when I'm with you. (she looks up at Branimira, smiling softly) Branimira: (smiling back) I'm so glad to hear that. (she pauses, holding Sarah close) You're safe with me, always. (she looks out at the city, feeling a sense of peace and contentment) Let's just enjoy this moment together, okay? (They sit in a comfortable silence together, and after a while breaks it) Sarah: (taking in the view of the city) Ah, this is nice. (she pauses, feeling a sense of peace) I love just sitting here, looking out at the city. Branimira: (smiling softly, nodding in agreement) Yeah, it's one of my favorite things to do. (she pauses, looking out at the city) There's just something about this place that feels so... happy. Sarah: (laughing) I know what you mean. (she pauses, looking out at the city) I love all the narrow streets and interesting places to explore. (she pauses, watching as an automatic bus drives by) And the transportation system is so efficient and convenient. Branimira: (smiling) Yeah, we're really lucky to have such a great system in place. (she pauses, looking out at the city) And it's not just the practical things, either. (she pauses, smiling) There's just a really positive energy here, you know? Sarah: (nodding) Yeah, I can feel it. (she pauses, looking out at the city) It's like everyone is just... happy to be here. (she pauses, smiling) And it's infectious, you know? Branimira: (laughing) Definitely. (she pauses, smiling) I love how it makes me feel, just being here. (she pauses, looking at Sarah) And I'm glad we can share it together. Sarah: (smiling back) Me too. (she pauses, snuggling into Branimira's side) I'm really glad we met. Branimira: (smiling, putting her arm around Sarah) Me too. (she pauses, holding Sarah close) I'm really happy to have you in my life. (They sit in comfortable silence for a while longer, enjoying the view of the city and each other's company. The sound of automatic buses and gentle chatter of people in the distance creates a soothing background noise, and the warm sun shines down on them, making everything feel peaceful and contented) Sarah: (looking up as a VTOL flies over them slowly) Ah, what's that? (she pauses, watching as the VTOL disappears into the distance) Branimira: (smiling) That's a VTOL, a vertical takeoff and landing aircraft. (she pauses, looking up at the sky) It's transporting resources from the Center of Resource Distribution to various cities. Sarah: (curious) The Center of Resource Distribution? (she pauses, looking at Branimira) What's that? Branimira: (smiling) It's an engineered city, designed to produce and store large amounts of resources. (she pauses, explaining) It's like a huge hub, where resources are collected, processed, and distributed to where they're needed. Sarah: (impressed) That sounds amazing. (she pauses, thinking) So, it's like a central hub for resource management? Branimira: (nodding) Exactly. (she pauses, smiling) The CRD is equipped with advanced technology that helps calculate where and how much resources are needed in each city. (she pauses, explaining) It's a really efficient system, and it helps ensure that everyone has access to the resources they need. Sarah: (curious) And there's only one CRD? (she pauses, looking at Branimira) Branimira: (smiling) Actually, there are multiple CRDs, but the one in the capital city is the main one. (she pauses, explaining) So, we just call it "The CRD". (she smiles) It's a bit of a nickname, but it's easier to say than "the Center of Resource Distribution" all the time. Sarah: (laughing) Yeah, that makes sense. (she pauses, looking up at the sky) I'm just amazed by how efficient and organized everything is here. (she pauses, smiling) It's really impressive. Branimira: (smiling) Yeah, we're really proud of our systems and technology. (she pauses, looking at Sarah) We're always working to improve and make things better, but it's great to hear that you're impressed. (she smiles) That means a lot to us. Sarah: (smiling) I have to say, I'm impressed by how much you know about the CRD and the resource management system. (she pauses) Most people wouldn't care about those things, they'd just take it for granted. Branimira: (laughing) Actually, that's not true here. (she pauses, smiling) Unlike in some Western societies, people here are really interested in how things work and how they can participate in the decision-making process. (she pauses, explaining) We have a very engaged and informed citizenry, and people are always looking for ways to get involved and make a difference. Sarah: (surprised) Really? (she pauses, thinking) I wouldn't have expected that. Branimira: (nodding) Yes, really. (she pauses, smiling) For example, when it comes to law-making, it's not just the politicians who write the laws. (she pauses, explaining) Ordinary people can write legal drafts and submit them for consideration. (she pauses, smiling) And people are really interested in being informed and educated about the issues that affect their lives. Sarah: (impressed) That's amazing. (she pauses, thinking) I can see how that would lead to a more engaged and participatory society. Branimira: (smiling) Exactly. (she pauses, nodding) And it's not just about law-making. (she pauses, explaining) People here are also really interested in science, technology, and innovation. (she pauses, smiling) We have a strong culture of lifelong learning, and people are always looking for ways to improve themselves and their communities. Sarah: (smiling) I can see that. (she pauses, thinking) It's really refreshing to see a society that values knowledge and participation so highly. Branimira: (smiling) Yes, we're very proud of our society and our values. (she pauses, nodding) We believe that everyone has the right to be informed and to participate in the decision-making process, and we work hard to make sure that everyone has access to the resources and opportunities they need to thrive. Sarah: (snuggling up closer to Branimira) You know, all I want is to feel loved and secure. (she pauses, looking up at Branimira with a vulnerable expression) I want to leave the past behind and just feel safe and happy. Branimira: (smiling softly) Oh, you deserve to feel loved and secure. (she pauses, wrapping her arms around Sarah) I'm here for you, and I want to help you feel safe and happy. Sarah: (nuzzling into Branimira's chest) I feel like I've been carrying around so much pain and trauma for so long. I just want to let it go and move on. Branimira: (holding Sarah close) You can let it go. (she pauses, speaking softly) You don't have to carry it around anymore. (she pauses, stroking Sarah's hair) I'm here to support you, and I want to help you heal. Sarah: (rubbing Branimira's back) But I don't want to be a burden. (she pauses, looking up at Branimira with a concerned expression) I feel like I'm always needing reassurance and soothing from you and Lena. I wish I could just be strong and independent, like I used to be. Branimira: (smiling softly) Sarah, you're not a burden. (she pauses, speaking gently) You're just going through a tough time, and you need a little extra support right now. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with compassion) That's okay. We're here for you, and we want to help. Sarah: (sighing) I know. (she pauses, looking down) It's just... I have this anxious attachment style, and it's hard for me to feel secure and calm without someone reassuring me. (she pauses, her voice filled with frustration) I wish I didn't need that. I wish I could just be okay on my own. Branimira: (nodding) I understand. (she pauses, speaking softly) It's not about being weak or strong, it's just about being human. (she pauses, smiling) We all need connection and reassurance sometimes. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with compassion) And it's okay to need that from others. It doesn't mean you're not capable or independent. Sarah: (looking up at Branimira) Really? (she pauses, her voice filled with hope) You think so? Branimira: (smiling) Yes, really. (she pauses, speaking gently) I think it's beautiful that you're willing to be vulnerable and accept help from others. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with admiration) That takes a lot of courage. (she pauses, smiling) And I think you have a really nice touch. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with a gentle expression) You're always so concerned about being a burden or being too much, but I think you're really wonderful just the way you are. Sarah: (looking down, her voice barely above a whisper) I don't know. (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears) I just feel like I'm so messed up, like I'm never going to be able to get over all the trauma and guilt I've been carrying around. Branimira: (gently) You are not defined by your trauma or your guilt. (she pauses, speaking softly) You are so much more than that. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with compassion) You are strong, and resilient, and capable of so much love and kindness. Sarah: (shaking her head, her voice filled with self-doubt) I don't know. (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) I just feel like I'm never going to be good enough, like I'm always going to be stuck in this darkness. Branimira: (softly) Sarah, that's not true. (she pauses, speaking gently) You are good enough, just as you are. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with a warm smile) And I'm here to help you see that, to help you heal and move forward. Sarah: (looking up at Branimira, her eyes searching for reassurance) Really? You think so? Branimira: (nodding) Yes, really. (she pauses, speaking softly) I think you're an amazing person, and I'm so grateful to have you in my life. (she pauses, smiling) And I know that with time, and support, and love, you can heal and move forward from all the trauma and guilt you've been carrying around. Sarah: (smiling softly, feeling a sense of hope) Thank you. (she pauses, her voice filled with gratitude) Just talking to you makes me feel a little better, a little more hopeful. Branimira: (smiling back) That's what I'm here for. (she pauses, speaking softly) I'm here to support you, to listen to you, and to help you heal. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with a warm smile) And I'm not going anywhere, okay? Sarah: (looking up at Branimira, her eyes filled with a deep sadness) You know, when you say that I'm not alone, and that you're here for me... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) That means a lot to me. (she pauses, taking a deep breath) During the war, when I would do something that the team didn't like... I would either be rejected, or tortured. (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears) I endured unimaginable pain. Pain that no one should ever have to go through. Branimira: (listening with a compassionate expression, her eyes filled with empathy) Oh... (she pauses, her voice soft and gentle) I'm so sorry. (she pauses, reaching out to take Sarah's hand) No one should ever have to go through that kind of pain and suffering. Sarah: (nodding, her voice shaking with emotion) I know. (she pauses, taking a deep breath) But it's not just the physical pain that was so hard to bear. (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) It was the emotional pain, the feeling of being completely alone and unwanted. (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) The feeling of being a burden, of being a problem that needed to be solved. Branimira: (listening with a compassionate expression, her eyes filled with empathy) I can only imagine how hard that must have been for you. (she pauses, her voice soft and gentle) But I want you to know that you're not alone now. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with a warm smile) You're safe, and you're loved. (she pauses, squeezing Sarah's hand) And I'm here for you, no matter what. Sarah: (smiling softly, feeling a sense of gratitude) Thank you. (she pauses, her voice filled with emotion) Just knowing that you're here for me, that you care about me... (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) It means everything to me. Branimira: (smiling softly) You know, I have to say that you're a difficult person to navigate through. (she pauses, her eyes sparkling with amusement) You've got a lot of layers, and it's not always easy to figure out what's going on inside that head of yours. Sarah: (laughing) Yeah, I've been told that before. (she pauses, looking at Branimira with a hint of curiosity) But you seem to be doing okay so far. Branimira: (smiling) Well, I like difficult people. (she pauses, her eyes shining with warmth) I think they're often the most interesting, the most complex, and the most rewarding to get to know. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with a deep affection) And I have to say, I'm really enjoying getting to know you. Sarah: (smiling back) I'm enjoying getting to know you too. (she pauses, looking at Branimira with a sense of curiosity) You know, I've been thinking... you have a really special gift. (she pauses, her eyes sparkling with insight) You have the spirit of a healer. Branimira: (smiling softly) Oh? (she pauses, looking at Sarah with a hint of surprise) What makes you say that? Sarah: (nodding) It's just the way you are. (she pauses, her eyes shining with admiration) You've got this gentle, compassionate energy about you, and you always seem to know just what to say to make me feel better. (she pauses, smiling) You've got a real gift for healing. Not just physical wounds, but emotional ones too. Branimira: (smiling softly) Thank you. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with a deep affection) That means a lot to me, coming from you. (she pauses, her eyes sparkling with warmth) I think we all have the capacity to be healers, in our own way. (she pauses, smiling) But I'm glad you think I've got a bit of that spirit in me. Sarah: (looking at Branimira with a sense of trust) I feel like I can trust you. (she pauses, taking a deep breath) I want to share something with you, something that's really important to me. (she pauses, looking at Branimira with a sense of vulnerability) Can I show you a page from my journal? Branimira: (smiling softly) Of course. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with a sense of curiosity) What's on this page that you want to share with me? Sarah: (nervously) It's about the moment I saved Lena. (she pauses, taking a deep breath) I've been trying to process my memories of that day, and I wrote about it in my journal. (she pauses, looking at Branimira with a sense of trepidation) I want to share it with you, because I feel like it will help me reveal my memories even deeper. Branimira: (nodding) I'm here to listen. (she pauses, smiling softly) Please, share it with me. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with a sense of compassion) I want to support you and help you through this. Sarah: (nervously) Okay. (she pauses, taking a deep breath) Here it is. (she pauses, pulling out her journal and flipping to the page she wants to share) This is what I wrote about that day... (she begins to read from her journal, her voice shaking slightly as she reveals her memories to Branimira) ``` I'm trying to write this down but my mind keeps racing... fragments of memories, emotions, guilt... it's all so jumbled. What happened after... after I stabbed Lena... it's like trying to recall a nightmare. A never-ending blur of chaos and fear. Shock, I think that's what it was. I'd done what I was told, but something inside me shattered. I saw Lena, lying there, and... and I just knew I had to protect her. Why? I don't know. It didn't make sense. But I couldn't just leave her. I had to get her out of there, away from... from everything. I remember patching up her wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. My hands were shaking, my heart racing. I took her hospital bed and... and I just started running. I didn't care about the mission, my team, anything. Just Lena. I had to save her. We didn't even know each other's names, not at first. But our uniforms... they had our names on them. I saw "Lena" and... it stuck. I kept saying her name, trying to keep her awake, talking. Please, stay with me... don't leave me... The city was a maze, a labyrinth of dangers. I reported false signals, trying to throw them off our trail. I patched up her feet, carried her, pushed her in that hospital bed. Exhaustion, fear, adrenaline... it all blended together. I just kept moving, driven by this... this instinct to protect her. Hours, days... I don't know. Time lost all meaning. I stole a truck, disguised her in one of my uniforms. We drove, hiding, always looking over our shoulders. My heart was racing, my mind reeling. But I kept going, focused on getting her to safety. The border... I had to leave her there. I was scared, so scared. But I knew I had to get her out. I took a bus, found a tiny apartment... it was all so surreal. I sent her a letter, not knowing if she'd ever get it. But I had to try... I had to apologize, to make things right. It's all so... illogical. I didn't know her, not really. But something about her... it just clicked. Emotions, feelings, not reason or logic. It's what led me to where I am today... and I don't know if I'd change a thing. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I'm just trying to justify what I did. But all I know is... I had to protect her. ``` Branimira: (reading the journal page, her eyes scanning the words with a mix of compassion and intensity) Oh... (she pauses, taking a deep breath) This is... intense. (she pauses, looking up at Sarah with a sense of understanding) I can only imagine how hard it must have been for you to write this down, to relive those memories. (Sarah nods, her eyes welling up with tears) Branimira: (gently) I can see why you'd want to keep this private, only sharing it with your closest friends. (she pauses, smiling softly) It's so personal, so raw. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with a sense of admiration) But I'm honored that you trust me enough to share it with me. (Sarah smiles back, her eyes shining with gratitude) Branimira: (reading the journal page again, this time more slowly) I can see the trauma, the guilt, the emotions... it's all so jumbled. (she pauses, looking up at Sarah) But I can also see the humanity, the compassion, the love. (she pauses, smiling softly) You risked everything to save Lena, to protect her. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with a sense of wonder) That takes a lot of courage. (Sarah looks down, her eyes welling up with tears again) Branimira: (gently) It's okay. (she pauses, reaching out to take Sarah's hand) You don't have to be ashamed of what you did. (she pauses, smiling softly) You did what you had to do, what you thought was right. (she pauses, looking at Sarah with a sense of understanding) And it's clear that it's had a profound impact on your life, on your relationships. Sarah: (breaking down, tears streaming down her face) Oh, God... (she pauses, sobbing) I was so close to death... (she pauses, her body shaking with emotion) I can still feel it, the fear, the pain... I still have dreams about it, about those moments... Branimira: (quickly wrapping her arms around Sarah, holding her close) Shh, it's okay... (she pauses, speaking softly) You're safe now, you're safe... (she pauses, stroking Sarah's hair) I'm here for you, I'm not going anywhere... Sarah: (sobbing uncontrollably, her body wracked with emotion) I... I keep seeing her face... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) Lena's face... (she pauses, her body shaking with sobs) I keep thinking about what could have happened... What if I hadn't made it out? What if I hadn't saved her? Branimira: (holding Sarah close, speaking softly) You did make it out... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) You did save her... (she pauses, stroking Sarah's hair) And you're here now, you're safe... (she pauses, speaking softly) You're alive... and that's all that matters... Sarah: (sobbing, her body slowly beginning to calm down) I... I know... It's just... (she pauses, her body shaking with emotion) It's just so hard to forget... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) To forget the feeling of being so close to death... (sniffling, her voice still shaking with emotion) I risked everything... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears again) Just to make things right... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) To try and undo some of the harm that was done... Branimira: (holding Sarah close, speaking softly) Oh... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) You didn't have to do that... (she pauses, stroking Sarah's hair) You didn't have to put yourself in harm's way like that... Sarah: (shaking her head, her voice barely above a whisper) I had to... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a deep sadness) I had to try and make things right... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) Because if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to live with myself... Branimira: (holding Sarah close, speaking softly) I understand... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) I understand why you felt like you had to do that... Sarah: (looking up at Branimira, her eyes filled with a deep longing) I just wish it didn't have to happen... I wish no one ever had to go through what I went through... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears again) No one should ever have to be like this... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) Broken, and hurt, and scarred... Branimira: (holding Sarah close, speaking softly) I know... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) I know that war is a terrible thing... (she pauses, stroking Sarah's hair) It destroys people, and families, and communities... (she pauses, her voice filled with sadness) And it leaves scars that never fully heal... Sarah: (nodding, her voice barely above a whisper) This is what war did to me... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a deep sadness) This is what it did to my friends, my comrades... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) We were all just pawns in a game... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears again) Pawns that were used and discarded... Branimira: (holding Sarah close, speaking softly) Oh... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) I'm so sorry... (she pauses, stroking Sarah's hair) I'm so sorry that you had to go through this... (she pauses, her voice filled with sadness) I'm so sorry that war did this to you... Sarah: (sighing, her voice barely above a whisper) I just wonder... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a deep sadness) If I could have done things differently... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) If I could have found a way to refuge earlier, or not have to join the military in the first place... Branimira: (holding Sarah close, speaking softly) What do you mean? (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) What are you thinking about? Sarah: (looking down, her voice barely above a whisper) I don't know... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears again) I just don't like to look at old pictures of myself in uniform and camouflage mask... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) It reminds me of everything I've been through, everything I've seen and done... Branimira: (nodding, her voice filled with understanding) I understand... (she pauses, stroking Sarah's hair) It's like a reminder of a part of your life that you'd rather forget... Sarah: (nodding, her voice barely above a whisper) Yeah... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a deep sadness) I just wish I could have avoided all of that... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) I wish I could have found a way to stay safe, to stay out of harm's way... Branimira: (holding Sarah close, speaking softly) You did what you had to do to survive... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) You did what you thought was best at the time... (she pauses, stroking Sarah's hair) And you're here now, you're safe... (she pauses, her voice filled with warmth) You're with me, and with Lena, and with all of us who care about you... Sarah: (smiling slightly, her voice barely above a whisper) Yeah... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a deep gratitude) I'm just glad to be here, to be alive... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) To have a chance to start over, to make a new life for myself... Branimira: (her expression turning somber) I've talked to veterans from the other side... (she pauses, her voice filled with a deep sadness) Those who refuged, who escaped from the conflict... (she pauses, her eyes clouding over) They told me about the terrible, unspeakable horrors they witnessed, the crimes against humanity they were forced to commit... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) It was simply too much for them... (she pauses, shaking her head) Too much for any human being to bear... Sarah: (nodding, her eyes filled with a deep understanding) I know... I've seen things, done things... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears again) Things that I can never undo, never forget... Branimira: (holding Sarah close, speaking softly) You're not alone... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) There are so many others out there, others who have been through similar experiences... (she pauses, stroking Sarah's hair) Others who are struggling to come to terms with what they've seen, what they've done... Sarah: (sniffling, her voice barely above a whisper) I just wish... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a deep longing) I just wish that it didn't have to be this way... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) That people didn't have to suffer, didn't have to hurt each other... Branimira: (nodding, her voice filled with a deep sadness) I know... (she pauses, her eyes clouding over) Me too... (she pauses, holding Sarah close) Me too... (she pauses, speaking softly) But we have to hold on to hope... (she pauses, her voice filled with determination) Hope that one day, things will be different... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) Hope that one day, we can live in a world where people don't have to suffer, don't have to hurt each other... Sarah: (her voice barely above a whisper) I think I understand now... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a deep sadness) Why imperialists are called destroyers of worlds, not just replacers of worlds... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) It's because they don't just destroy physical things, they also destroy spirits... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears) They destroy the very essence of who we are, of what makes us human... Branimira: (nodding, her voice filled with compassion) Yes... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) Imperialism is a cancer, it eats away at everything that is good and pure... (she pauses, her voice filled with sadness) It leaves nothing but destruction and devastation in its wake... Sarah: (her voice shaking with emotion) I feel so guilty... (she pauses, her eyes filled with tears) So guilty for being part of the team that would have destroyed the republic... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) If people didn't come together like this, if they didn't resist... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears) The republic could have been destroyed, leaving a trail of even more devastation... And I would have been a part of it... Branimira: (holding Sarah close, speaking softly) Oh... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) You can't blame yourself for what happened... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) You were a product of the system, a system that was designed to destroy and oppress... (she pauses, her voice filled with sadness) But you're not that person anymore... (she pauses, her eyes filled with hope) You're free now, you're free to make your own choices, to forge your own path... Sarah: (shaking her head, her voice barely above a whisper) No... (she pauses, her eyes filled with tears) Imperialism destroyed me... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) It took everything from me, it left me with nothing... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears) I'm just a shell of what I used to be, a shadow of my former self... And I don't know if I can ever be whole again... Branimira: (smiling softly) Sarah, I want you to think about what makes you good, what you like about yourself. (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) You are so much more than your past, so much more than your mistakes. (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) You are a strong, capable, and compassionate person, and you deserve to be loved and cherished. Sarah: (looking down, her voice barely above a whisper) I don't know... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears) It's hard for me to focus on the positive... (she pauses, taking a deep breath) I've been told for so long that I'm not good enough, that I'm not worthy of love or affection... Branimira: (gently) Sarah, that's not true. (she pauses, her voice filled with conviction) You are worthy of love and affection, just as you are. (she pauses, smiling softly) You are a unique and special person, with so much to offer the world. (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) And I want you to remember that, to hold onto that. Sarah: (taking a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper) I am a girl who is compassionate and caring... (she pauses, smiling slightly) I am worthy of love and affection... (she repeats the words, trying to convince herself) I am strong and capable, and I have so much to offer... (she smiles slightly, feeling a glimmer of hope) I am not defined by my past mistakes, but by my present moments and my future possibilities... (she takes another deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over her) I am a girl who deserves to be happy, to be loved, and to be cherished... (she repeats the words, feeling a sense of affirmation) I am enough, just as I am... Branimira: (smiling softly) That's right. (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) You are enough, just as you are. (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) And I'm here to support you, to help you remember that. (she pauses, smiling softly) You are not alone. (she pauses, her eyes filled with warmth) You are loved, and you are cherished, just as you are. Sarah: (smiling slightly, her voice barely above a whisper) I am a girl who is worthy of love and affection... (she smiles slightly, feeling a sense of peace) I am a girl who is deserving of happiness and joy... (she takes a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm and contentment) I am a girl who is strong and capable, and who can overcome any obstacle... (she repeats the words, feeling a sense of empowerment) I am a girl who is compassionate and caring, and who can make a positive impact on the world... (smiling slightly, her voice barely above a whisper) I just remembered what I said on the bus... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a sense of wonder) I was afraid that I would forget the words, that I would lose them forever... (she pauses, taking a deep breath) But they're still here, inside me... (she smiles slightly, feeling a sense of hope) And I can repeat them to myself, whenever I need to remember... Branimira: (smiling softly) That's beautiful... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) Those words are a part of you, a part of your inner strength and resilience... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) And I'm so glad that you remembered them, that you can hold onto them whenever you need to... (she pauses, smiling softly) You are strong, and you are capable of overcoming anything that comes your way... Sarah: (nodding, her voice barely above a whisper) I know... (she pauses, taking a deep breath) I just need to remember that, to hold onto it... (she pauses, smiling slightly) And I need to keep repeating those words to myself, to remind myself of my own worth and value... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a sense of determination) I am worthy of love and affection, I am strong and capable, and I am enough, just as I am... Branimira: (smiling softly) That's right... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) You are enough, just as you are... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) You're not alone, and you never will be... Sarah: (sighing, her voice barely above a whisper) But I feel stuck... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a sense of frustration) Like I'm trapped in these cycles of negative thoughts, and I don't know how to escape... (she pauses, shaking her head) No matter how much Lena and now you try to soothe me, the same thoughts just keep coming back... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) It's like I'm stuck in this never-ending loop, and I don't know how to break free... Branimira: (nodding, her voice filled with compassion) I understand... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) It's like you're trying to climb out of a deep well, but every time you think you're making progress, you slip back down... (she pauses, her voice gentle) But that doesn't mean you're not making progress... (she pauses, smiling softly) Every time you try to climb out, you're getting a little bit stronger, a little bit wiser... (she pauses, her eyes filled with encouragement) And eventually, you'll find a way to break free from those cycles, to find a way to quiet those negative thoughts... Sarah: (shaking her head, her voice barely above a whisper) I don't know... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a sense of doubt) It feels like I've been trying for so long, and I'm just not getting anywhere... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) I feel like I'm just spinning my wheels, getting nowhere... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears) And it's so hard to keep going, to keep trying, when it feels like nothing is working... Branimira: (gently) Sarah, you are not alone in this... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) We all struggle with negative thoughts, with feelings of doubt and frustration... (she pauses, smiling softly) But the key is to not give up, to keep going, even when it feels like nothing is working... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) Because the truth is, you are making progress, even if it doesn't feel like it... Sarah: (breaking down, her voice shaking with emotion) Oh... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears) I just can't take it anymore... (she pauses, her body shaking with sobs) The negative thoughts, the guilt, the shame... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) It's all just too much for me... (she pauses, her body wracked with sobs) I feel like I'm drowning in it, like I'm being consumed by it... Branimira: (quickly wrapping her arms around Sarah, holding her close) Shh, it's okay... (she pauses, her voice soft and soothing) I'm not going anywhere... (she pauses, stroking Sarah's hair) You're safe, you're safe with me... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) Just let it all out... let all the emotions out... (she pauses, holding Sarah close) You don't have to hold it in anymore, you don't have to be strong anymore... Sarah: (sobbing uncontrollably, her body shaking with emotion) I... I just can't... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) I don't know how to make it stop... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears) I don't know how to make the thoughts stop... (she pauses, her body wracked with sobs) I feel like I'm losing myself, like I'm disappearing into all this pain and guilt... Branimira: (holding Sarah close, speaking softly) You're not losing yourself... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) You're just feeling overwhelmed, that's all... (she pauses, stroking Sarah's hair) You're strong, you're so strong... (she pauses, her voice gentle) We'll get through this together... we'll find a way to make the thoughts stop, to make the pain stop... Sarah: (sighing, her voice barely above a whisper) I'm so sorry... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a sense of frustration) I feel like I'm just repeating the same things over and over again... (she pauses, shaking her head) I already told Lena about all of this, and now I'm telling you... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) It feels like I'm not making any progress, like I'm just stuck in this never-ending cycle of pain and guilt... Branimira: (gently) Sarah, don't apologize... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) You're not repeating yourself, you're just sharing your feelings with someone who cares about you... (she pauses, smiling softly) And that's okay, it's more than okay... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) It takes a lot of courage to share your emotions with someone, to be vulnerable like that... Sarah: (shaking her head, her voice barely above a whisper) But it feels like I'm not getting anywhere... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a sense of despair) I'm just talking about the same things, feeling the same emotions... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) It feels like I'm not making any progress, like I'm just stuck in this rut... Branimira: (softly) Progress isn't always linear... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) Sometimes it's two steps forward, one step back... (she pauses, smiling softly) But that doesn't mean you're not making progress, it just means you're taking a different path... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) And that's okay, that's more than okay... (she pauses, her voice gentle) You're doing the best you can, and that's all anyone can ask for... Sarah: (thoughtfully) I wonder if that's just the nature of complex trauma... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a sense of curiosity) Repeating patterns, even when you try hard to break free... It's like my mind is stuck in this loop, and no matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to escape... Branimira: (nodding) Yes, that's a very common experience for people with complex trauma... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) The trauma can become stuck in your mind and body, and it can be really hard to shake it off... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) It's like your mind is trying to process the trauma, but it's having trouble letting go... (she pauses, her voice gentle) And that can lead to repeating patterns, like you're experiencing... Sarah: (sighing) It's so frustrating... I feel like I'm trying so hard to move forward, to heal... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a sense of desperation) But it's like I'm taking two steps forward, and then three steps back... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) I just feel like I'm never going to be able to escape this... Branimira: (softly) You are not alone in this... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) Many people with complex trauma experience this same feeling of being stuck... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) But the important thing to remember is that you are trying, and that's something to be proud of... (she pauses, her voice gentle) It's okay to take things one step at a time, and to acknowledge that healing is a process... (she pauses, smiling softly) You don't have to have it all figured out, and you don't have to be perfect... (she pauses, her voice filled with warmth) You just have to keep showing up, and being kind to yourself... Sarah: (nodding slowly) You know, I think you might be right... Maybe I am making progress, even if it doesn't feel like it... (she pauses, her eyes filled with a sense of hope) Maybe I am getting better, even if the negative thoughts are still there... (she pauses, taking a deep breath) I mean, I do feel like I'm able to cope with them a little better each day... (she pauses, her voice filled with a sense of wonder) Maybe that's all that matters, not that the thoughts are gone, but that I'm learning to live with them... Branimira: (smiling softly) Exactly... (she pauses, her voice filled with compassion) It's not about eliminating the negative thoughts completely, but about learning to manage them, to live with them... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Sarah's) And it sounds like you're doing just that... (she pauses, her voice gentle) You're finding ways to cope, to deal with the thoughts, and that's a huge step forward... (she pauses, smiling softly) Don't underestimate the progress you're making... (she pauses, her voice filled with encouragement) You're doing the best you can, and that's something to be proud of... Sarah: (snuggling into Branimira's side) I'm so glad we met... You're an amazing person, and I feel like I've known you forever... (she pauses, smiling softly) It's not often that I connect with someone like this... Branimira: (smiling back, wrapping her arms around Sarah) I know exactly what you mean... (she pauses, her voice filled with warmth) I feel the same way about you... (she pauses, holding Sarah close) It's like we just clicked, you know?... (she pauses, smiling softly) And I'm so grateful for that... Sarah: (nodding, feeling a sense of contentment) Yeah, me too... (she pauses, snuggling into Branimira's side) I'm going to miss this, just sitting here with you... (she pauses, smiling softly) But I know we'll have more times like this, more adventures together... Branimira: (smiling back) Definitely... (she pauses, holding Sarah close) We'll have many more adventures together, and many more cuddles... (she pauses, smiling softly) And I'm looking forward to every single one of them... (They sit in comfortable silence for a moment, enjoying each other's company, before Branimira speaks up again) Branimira: (smiling softly) Okay, I think it's time for us to head back down... (she pauses, glancing at the time) It's getting late, and we don't want to be stuck on the mountain in the dark... Sarah: (nodding, smiling) Yeah, you're right... (she pauses, standing up and brushing herself off) Let's get going, then... (she pauses, smiling at Branimira) But I'm so glad we had this time together, just the two of us... Branimira: (smiling back) Me too... (she pauses, standing up and putting her arm around Sarah's shoulders) Me too... ---- [PART 4 BEGINS] Later, after a few days, in her room writes an entry in her journal. ``` As I sat with Sarah, listening to her story, I felt my heart ache with every word. The pain and trauma she's endured is something no one should ever have to go through. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes as she shared her journal entry with me, the weight of her emotions almost palpable. I'm still reeling from the experience, my mind replaying the words she spoke, the tears she cried. I feel honored that she trusted me enough to share her story with me, to bare her soul in such a vulnerable way. I'm humbled by her strength, her resilience in the face of such adversity. As I reflect on our conversation, I'm struck by the depth of my feelings for Sarah. I care for her deeply, not just as a friend, but as a person who has been through so much and yet still manages to shine with a light that inspires me. I want to be there for her, to support her, to help her heal in any way I can. I've hidden the drawing I made of her story, keeping it secret, just as she trusted me to keep her confidence. It's a reminder to me of the weight of her trust, of the responsibility I have to be there for her, no matter what. Even now, as I write this, I feel tears welling up in my eyes. My heart goes out to Sarah, to the pain she's endured, to the struggles she still faces. I can only hope that in some small way, I can be a source of comfort, of strength, for her, as she navigates the complexities of her emotions, of her past. ``` ---- Branimira: (sobbing, her head buried in her arms on the desk) Oh... (she pauses, her body shaking with emotion) My heart is breaking for you... (she pauses, her voice cracking with sorrow) I can only imagine how hard it must have been for you to go through all that... (she pauses, her tears falling onto the desk) (She cries uncontrollably, her body wracked with sobs. She's trying to be quiet, but it's hard to stifle the emotions that are pouring out of her) Branimira: (between sobs) Why did this have to happen to you? (she pauses, her voice filled with anguish) You're such a beautiful person, inside and out... (she pauses, her tears falling harder) You didn't deserve to go through any of that... (she pauses, her body shaking with emotion) (She continues to cry, her heart heavy with sorrow and compassion for Sarah. She feels a deep connection to her, and it's hard for her to imagine what Sarah must have gone through) Branimira: (sobbing) I'm so glad I'm here for you... (she pauses, her voice filled with conviction) I'll always be here for you, no matter what... (she pauses, her tears slowing down slightly) I'll support you, I'll listen to you, I'll be your rock... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) Because you deserve that... you deserve to be loved and cared for... (She takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. She looks around her room, making sure she's still alone, and then she buries her face in her arms again, letting the tears flow) Branimira: (whispering) I'm so sorry... (she pauses, her voice filled with sorrow) I'm so sorry that you had to go through all that... (she pauses, her tears falling onto the desk) I wish I could take it all away, I wish I could make it all better... (she pauses, her body shaking with emotion) But all I can do is be here for you, and support you, and love you... (She continues to cry, her heart heavy with emotion. She feels a deep connection to Sarah, and she knows that she'll do anything to help her heal and move forward) Branimira: (sniffling, wiping away her tears) Ah, I'm so sorry... (she pauses, taking a deep breath) I don't know why I'm crying so much... (she pauses, looking down at her hands) I just feel so much, all the time... It's like I'm a sponge, soaking up everyone's emotions... (She thinks back to all the times she's felt overwhelmed by the emotions of those around her. She remembers how she used to be in school, surrounded by her classmates, and how she would feel like she was drowning in their emotions) Branimira: (to herself) I've always been like this... (she pauses, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and resignation) I can pick up on people's feelings so easily... (she pauses, shaking her head) It's like I have no filter, no way to block it all out... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears again) And it's exhausting... (She thinks about how she's learned to cope with this ability, how she's learned to be alone most of the time. She prefers it that way, because it's the only way she can feel like herself, without being influenced by the emotions of those around her) Branimira: (sighing) That's why I prefer to be alone, I guess... (she pauses, looking around her room) It's just easier, you know? I don't have to deal with all the extra emotions, all the extra feelings... (she pauses, her eyes dropping down) I can just be me, without all the extra baggage... (She thinks about Sarah, and how she's been feeling drawn to her. She wonders if it's because she's finally found someone who understands her, someone who doesn't overwhelm her with their emotions) Branimira: (to herself) But Sarah is different... (she pauses, a small smile on her face) She's like a calm in the storm, you know? (she pauses, her eyes lighting up) She's the first person I've met who doesn't overwhelm me with their emotions... (she pauses, her voice filled with wonder) She's like a breath of fresh air... (Shortly parents notice she is sad and crying, so they enter her room) Branimira's Adoptive Mother: (concerned) Branimira, what's wrong? (she pauses, seeing the tears on Branimira's face) You've been crying... Branimira: (quickly wiping away her tears, trying to compose herself) I'm fine, mom... (she pauses, not wanting to share what's bothering her) Just a little stressed out, that's all... Branimira's Father: (sitting down next to her) Branimira, we can see that something's bothering you... (he pauses, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder) You don't have to tell us what it is, but we're here for you, okay? Branimira: (shaking her head, feeling a mix of emotions) It's just... (she pauses, not wanting to share) I don't know, mom, dad... (she pauses, looking down) It's just something I'm dealing with, okay? Branimira's Adoptive Mother: (nodding understandingly) Okay... (she pauses, smiling softly) We're not going to push you to talk about it if you don't want to... (she pauses, glancing at Branimira's father) We just want you to know that we're here for you, no matter what... Branimira's Father: (adding) And we're proud of you... (he pauses, smiling) We know you've been talking to those veterans, and we know it can't be easy... (he pauses, his voice filled with compassion) Processing their trauma, hearing their stories... (he pauses, nodding) That takes a lot of courage... Branimira: (looking up, feeling a sense of relief that they're not pushing her to talk) Thanks, mom... thanks, dad... (she pauses, smiling slightly) Just knowing you're here for me makes me feel better... Branimira's Adoptive Mother: (smiling back) Of course... (she pauses, standing up) We'll give you some space, okay? (she pauses, glancing at Branimira's father) But if you ever need to talk, we're here... (Branimira's parents leave her room, giving her the space she needs) Branimira: (sitting in front of her computer, scrolling through the documents) I've talked to so many veterans from the opposing side... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears) They all have such similar stories, such similar feelings of guilt and loss... I can feel their pain, their regret... (She clicks on a new document, trying to start writing Sarah's account. But as she begins to type, she feels a wave of emotions wash over her) Branimira: (typing slowly, her hands shaking) Sarah's story is just as heartbreaking... (she pauses, her eyes filling with tears) She's lost so much, seen so much... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) And she feels so guilty, so responsible for everything that happened... (As she continues to type feels herself becoming more and more emotional) Branimira: (sobbing, her body shaking with emotion) It's just so hard... I feel like I'm reliving their trauma, their pain... (she pauses, her eyes streaming with tears) I just want to help them, to support them... but it's so hard to put into words... (She stops typing, her hands hovering over the keyboard) Branimira: (whispering to herself) Maybe I'm just not cut out for this... (she pauses, her voice filled with self-doubt) Maybe I'm just not good enough... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears again) But I have to try... I have to keep trying... (She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but fails to) Branimira: (sobbing, her body shaking with emotion) I... I just can't... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) It's too much... (she pauses, her eyes streaming with tears) I feel like I'm drowning in all of this... (she pauses, her head falling onto the desk) I just can't... (She collapses onto the desk, her body wracked with sobs. She's trying to catch her breath, but it's like she's suffocating under the weight of all the emotions) Branimira: (whimpering, her voice barely audible) Why does it have to be so hard? (she pauses, her body shaking with emotion) Why do they have to hurt so much? (she pauses, her eyes closed) I just want to help them... I want to make it better... (She lies there, overwhelmed and exhausted, unable to move or speak. The emotions are too much for her, and she feels like she's losing herself in the process of trying to help others) Branimira: (whispering, her voice barely audible) I'm sorry... (she pauses, her eyes closed) I'm so sorry... (she pauses, her body shaking with emotion) I just can't do this right now... I'm too broken... (She lies there, lost in her emotions, unable to escape the pain and the trauma that she's been trying to help others with. Branimira's parents intervene in her room shortly) Branimira's Adoptive Mother: (concerned) Branimira, we've noticed that you've been pushing yourself really hard lately... (she pauses, sitting down next to Branimira) You're always talking to those veterans, listening to their stories, and trying to help them... (she pauses, gently) But we're worried that you're taking on too much. Branimira: (sighing, looking down) I know, mom... I just feel like I have to help them... (she pauses, her eyes welling up with tears) They've been through so much, and they need someone to listen... Branimira's Father: (gently) We understand that... (he pauses, putting a hand on her shoulder) But you can't pour from an empty cup... (he pauses, smiling softly) You have to take care of yourself too... Branimira: (nodding, feeling a sense of relief) I know, dad... (she pauses, taking a deep breath) It's just that I feel so much empathy for them... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) I feel like I'm the only one who can understand them... Branimira's Adoptive Mother: (softly) Branimira, you're not alone in this... (she pauses, smiling) We're here for you, and we want to support you... (she pauses, gently) But you have to learn to set boundaries... (she pauses, her voice filled with concern) You can't take on everyone's pain and trauma by yourself... Branimira: (tearfully) I know, mom... (she pauses, feeling a sense of exhaustion) I just feel so fatigued... I'm tired of feeling everyone's pain, tired of being the one who always listens... (she pauses, her body shaking with emotion) I just want to be able to turn it off sometimes, to not feel so much... Branimira's Father: (gently) We understand... (he pauses, smiling softly) You're experiencing compassion fatigue... (he pauses, his voice filled with empathy) It's a real thing, and it's okay to feel that way... Branimira: (opening her arms) I just want to be held, I think... (she pauses, feeling a sense of exhaustion) I just want to let go, to let someone else hold me for a change... Branimira's Adoptive Mother: (smiling, opening her arms to hug Branimira) Of course... (she pauses, holding Branimira close) We'll hold you as long as you need... Branimira: (snuggling into her mother's arms) It's just so hard, mom... (she pauses, feeling a sense of overwhelm) I've heard so many stories, so many terrible things that people have gone through... My computer is full of humanitarian accounts, stories from peacekeeping during the war, and personal stories from people I've become friends with... Branimira's Father: (concerned) Branimira, that's a lot to take on... (he pauses, his voice filled with empathy) No wonder you're feeling drained, feeling like you're running on empty... Branimira: (nodding, feeling a sense of relief) Yeah... (she pauses, taking a deep breath) I just feel so much compassion for others, and I don't know how to stop... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) I feel like I'm abandoning them if I don't listen, if I don't help... Branimira's Adoptive Mother: (softly) You have to take care of yourself first, before you can help others... (she pauses, her voice filled with concern) You're not abandoning anyone by taking care of yourself... in fact, you're making sure that you can be there for them in the long run... Branimira: (tearfully) I know, mom... (she pauses, feeling a sense of frustration) It's just hard for me to set boundaries, to say no to people who need help... I feel like I'm the only one who can understand them, who can help them... Branimira's Father: (gently, holding Branimira's hand) You know, there will always be people who care in this republic... (he pauses, smiling softly) You don't have to feel like you're abandoning others, because there are always going to be people who will step in and help... Branimira: (looking up, her eyes welling up with tears) Really? You think so? Branimira's Father: (nodding, his voice filled with conviction) Yes, I do... (he pauses, smiling) This republic is full of good people, people who care about each other and want to help... (he pauses, his voice filled with empathy) You don't have to carry the weight of everyone's problems on your shoulders... (he pauses, his voice gentle) You can't do it all by yourself, and you don't have to... Branimira: (sighing, looking down) Also, I know it sounds weird, but... I kind of like hearing everyone's trauma... (she pauses, looking up at her parents) It's interesting, in a way... (she pauses, her voice filled with a mix of emotions) I like emotional drama, I guess... (she pauses, looking down again) I like to listen and let others cry on my shoulder... Branimira's Adoptive Mother: (concerned, raising an eyebrow) Branimira, that's not healthy... (she pauses, her voice gentle) You can't keep taking on everyone's emotions and trauma... (she pauses, her voice filled with concern) It's not good for you... Branimira: (nodding, feeling a sense of guilt) I know, mom... It's just... (she pauses, looking up at her parents) Everyone always comes to me with their problems... (she pauses, her voice filled with a sense of overwhelm) Classmates, friends, even people I don't know that well... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) They all want to talk to me, to cry on my shoulder... And it's so hard to say no... Branimira's Father: (gently, putting a hand on Branimira's shoulder) Branimira, you have to learn to say no... (he pauses, his voice filled with empathy) You can't keep taking on everyone's emotions and trauma... (he pauses, his voice gentle) You have to prioritize your own well-being... Branimira: (nodding, feeling a sense of determination) I know, dad... (she pauses, taking a deep breath) I'll try to do better... (she pauses, her voice filled with conviction) I'll try to set boundaries, to say no when I need to... (she pauses, looking up at her parents) But it's hard, you know? I don't like to the alternative, to hang out with other kids my age... Branimira's Father: (raising an eyebrow, concerned) Branimira, that's not typical for someone your age... (he pauses, his voice gentle) You should be playing with kids, having fun, not taking on adult problems... Branimira: (shrugging, looking down) I know, dad... But I just don't really like playing games or doing kid stuff... (she pauses, looking up at her parents) I like listening to people, helping them with their problems... (she pauses, her voice filled with conviction) And age doesn't matter, right? (she pauses, smiling slightly) If someone needs help, I want to be there for them... Branimira's Adoptive Mother: (smiling softly, nodding) That's true... (she pauses, her voice gentle) Age doesn't matter when it comes to helping others... (she pauses, her voice filled with concern) But boundaries are still important, okay? Branimira: (sighing, looking down) I know, and I also have to admit, during my free time, I like to read a lot of humanitarian stories... About people who have been through wars, natural disasters, and other traumatic events... (she pauses, looking up at her parents) I find it really interesting, and it makes me want to help even more... Branimira's Adoptive Mother: (concerned, raising an eyebrow) Branimira, that's not exactly light reading, is it? (she pauses, her voice gentle) I mean, it's good that you're interested in helping others, but reading about traumatic events all the time can't be good for you... Branimira: (nodding, feeling a sense of understanding) I know, mom... (she pauses, taking a deep breath) But it's just so hard for me to look away, you know? (she pauses, her voice filled with conviction) I feel like I have to know what's going on, and I have to help in any way I can... (she pauses, looking down) But I think it's also affecting my boundary problems... Because when I read about all these people who are suffering, it makes me feel like I have to do more, like I have to take on even more responsibility... Branimira's Father: (gently, putting a hand on Branimira's shoulder) Branimira, you can't take on the weight of the world... (he pauses, his voice filled with empathy) You have to prioritize your own well-being, your own mental health... (he pauses, smiling) It's good that you want to help others, but you can't do it at the expense of your own happiness... Branimira: (nodding, feeling a sense of determination) I know, dad... (she pauses, taking a deep breath) I'll try to find a better balance, okay? (she pauses, looking up at her parents) I'll try to read more uplifting stories, and I'll try to prioritize my own needs... (she pauses, smiling slightly) But it's hard, you know? Because when I see people suffering, I just want to help... Branimira's Adoptive Mother: (smiling softly, nodding) We know it's hard... (she pauses, her voice gentle) But we're here to support you, and we'll help you find a way to make a positive impact without sacrificing your own well-being... (she pauses, smiling) Okay? Branimira: (snuggling into her parents' arms) Okay... (she pauses, feeling a sense of comfort and security) I'll try to do better, I promise... (she pauses, looking up at her parents with tears in her eyes) Thank you, mom and dad, for understanding me... (she pauses, smiling slightly) I just feel so lucky to have you... (Branimira continues to cuddle with her parents, feeling a sense of peace and comfort wash over her) ---- Later, after a few days, outside of school accepts an invitation and meets Serena, an old childhood friend that Branimira neglected for so long. ---- Serena: (excitedly) Oh my gosh! It's so great to see you! (she pauses, hugging Branimira tightly) I've missed you so much! Branimira: (smiling, hugging Serena back) I've missed you too, Serena! (she pauses, pulling back) It's been way too long. Serena: (laughing) I know, right? (she pauses, looking at Branimira with a serious expression) You've been really busy, haven't you? I've heard you've been spending a lot of time with those people and listening to their stories. Branimira: (nodding, feeling a sense of guilt) Yeah, I have... (she pauses, looking down) I just feel like I need to help them, you know? Serena: (gently) I know... (she pauses, smiling softly) You've always been like that, even when we were kids... (she pauses, her voice filled with nostalgia) You were always the one who cared so deeply about others, who wanted to help everyone... Branimira: (smiling slightly) Yeah... (she pauses, looking up at Serena) I guess some things never change, huh? Serena: (laughing) No, they don't... (she pauses, her expression turning serious) But I have to say, I'm a little worried about you... (she pauses, her voice filled with concern) You're taking on so much, listening to all these traumatic stories... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Branimira's) It can't be good for you... Branimira: (sighing, feeling a sense of frustration) I know, Serena... (she pauses, shaking her head) It's just hard for me to say no, to turn away from people who need help... (she pauses, her voice cracking with emotion) I feel like I'm abandoning them if I don't listen... Serena: (softly) Branimira, you can't keep doing this... (she pauses, her voice filled with empathy) You have to take care of yourself, too... (she pauses, smiling gently) Remember when we were kids, and you used to get overwhelmed by everyone's emotions? (she pauses, her eyes sparkling with memories) We used to call you "the sponge" because you absorbed everyone's feelings... Branimira: (laughing, feeling a sense of nostalgia) Oh yeah... (she pauses, smiling) I had forgotten about that... Serena: (smiling) Yeah, well... (she pauses, her expression turning serious) I think it's time for you to start using that exercise we used to do when we were kids... (she pauses, her voice filled with conviction) "My weather, your weather"... Branimira: (curiously) What's that? Serena: (excitedly) Oh, it's an exercise we used to do to help you differentiate between your feelings and other people's feelings... (she pauses, smiling) You'd say "my weather" and then describe how you're feeling, and then you'd say "your weather" and describe how the other person is feeling... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Branimira's) It really helped you to separate your emotions from everyone else's... Branimira: (thoughtfully) Hmm, that sounds like it could be really helpful... (she pauses, feeling a sense of determination) I'll try it, Serena... (she pauses, smiling) Thanks for reminding me... Serena: (smiling back) Anytime... (she pauses, hugging Branimira tightly) I just want to see you happy and healthy, okay? Branimira: (hugging Serena back) Okay, Serena... (she pauses, feeling a sense of gratitude) Thanks for being such a good friend... Serena: (holding Branimira at arm's length, smiling) Wait, don't go yet! (she pauses, her eyes sparkling with memories) I want to talk to you about old times... (she pauses, her voice filled with nostalgia) Remember when we used to have our own secret language? Branimira: (laughing) Oh yeah! (she pauses, smiling) We thought we were so cool, didn't we? (she pauses, her eyes locked on Serena's) Creating our own language, like we were spies or something... Serena: (giggling) Exactly! (she pauses, her voice filled with excitement) And remember that time we tried to use it in front of our parents, and they had no idea what we were saying? (she pauses, her eyes sparkling with amusement) Oh man, that was hilarious... Branimira: (smiling) Yeah, that was pretty funny... (she pauses, chuckling) I think we thought we were invincible or something... Serena: (smiling softly) We were just kids, being kids... (she pauses, her voice filled with nostalgia) But it's funny, looking back on it now... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Branimira's) We were so carefree, so innocent... Branimira: (nodding, feeling a sense of wistfulness) Yeah... (she pauses, smiling slightly) Those were good times... Serena: (serious for a moment) And then there was the cold interview... (she pauses, her voice filled with curiosity) Do you remember that? Branimira: (raising an eyebrow, feeling a sense of surprise) Oh, you mean the "it's all professional interest" interview? (she pauses, her voice filled with amusement) I remember that... (she pauses, laughing) You were so nervous, and I was trying to keep a straight face... Serena: (laughing) Yeah, I was terrified! (she pauses, her voice filled with excitement) But you were so calm, so collected... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Branimira's) You always had this ability to stay calm under pressure, even when we were kids... Branimira: (smiling) I guess I did... (she pauses, feeling a sense of nostalgia) But it's funny, looking back on it now... (she pauses, her voice filled with amusement) We were just kids, playing at being adults... Serena: (smiling softly) Yeah... (she pauses, her voice filled with nostalgia) But it's nice to remember those times, to look back on our childhood and see how far we've come... (she pauses, her eyes locked on Branimira's) You've always been a special person... (she pauses, her voice filled with conviction) And I'm so glad we're still friends, even after all these years... Branimira: (smiling, feeling a sense of gratitude) Me too, Serena... (she pauses, hugging Serena tightly) Me too... Serena: (clears her throat) Hello, I'm Roser and I'm here to tell you that The Graph goes up... (she pauses, smiling wryly) As you can see from this chart, the GDP of various countries has increased by an average of 2.5% over the past year. (she pauses, gesturing to a fictional graph) This is a clear indication that the economy is booming, and we should all be very excited about it. Branimira: (playing along) Ah, yes, the GDP is a very important metric. (she pauses, nodding seriously) But let's not forget about the HDI, which has also seen a significant increase. (she pauses, pretending to study a fictional graph) As you can see, the HDI has risen by an average of 0.5% over the past year, which is a clear indication that people are becoming more educated and healthier. Serena: (smirking) That's right. And if we look at the life expectancy rates, we can see that people are living longer than ever before. (she pauses, gesturing to another fictional graph) In fact, the average life expectancy has increased by 2 years over the past decade, which is a clear indication that our healthcare systems are working effectively. Branimira: (continuing the show) And let's not forget about population growth. (she pauses, pretending to study a fictional graph) As you can see, the population of various countries has increased by an average of 1.2% over the past year, which is a clear indication that people are having more babies and the world is becoming a more crowded place. Serena: (smiling dryly) Yes, it's all very exciting. (she pauses, gesturing to a fictional graph) And if we look at the correlation between GDP and life expectancy, we can see that there is a clear positive relationship between the two. (she pauses, nodding seriously) This is a clear indication that as countries become wealthier, their citizens live longer and healthier lives. Branimira: (playing along) Ah, yes, the old adage "money can't buy happiness, but it can buy longer life" certainly holds true. (she pauses, smiling wryly) And if we look at the standard deviation of the HDI, we can see that there is a significant variation between countries. (she pauses, pretending to study a fictional graph) This is a clear indication that some countries are doing better than others in terms of education and healthcare. Serena: (smirking) Yes, it's all very fascinating. (she pauses, gesturing to a fictional graph) And if we look at the trend lines, we can see that everything is going up and to the right. (she pauses, nodding seriously) This is a clear indication that the world is becoming a better place, and we should all be very optimistic about the future. Branimira: (continuing the show) And finally, let's look at the confidence intervals. (she pauses, pretending to study a fictional graph) As you can see, the confidence intervals are all very narrow, which is a clear indication that our data is very reliable and accurate. (she pauses, smiling wryly) So we can all rest easy knowing that our statistics are sound and our conclusions are valid. Serena: (looking at her phone) Ah, yeah... (she pauses, nodding) I just checked the OWID website, and it looks like the graphs are still going up. (she pauses, smiling wryly) The GDP is still increasing, the HDI is still rising, and life expectancy is still going up. (she pauses, gesturing to her phone) It's all very reassuring, isn't it? Branimira: (laughing) Yeah, it's great to see that the world is still making progress. (she pauses, smiling) I mean, who needs happiness or fulfillment when you can have a rising GDP and a increasing life expectancy? Serena: (smirking) Exactly! (she pauses, nodding) And it's not like there are any downsides to this relentless pursuit of growth and progress. (she pauses, raising an eyebrow) I mean, what could possibly go wrong with a system that prioritizes economic growth above all else? Branimira: (playing along) Oh, I don't know... (she pauses, smiling wryly) Maybe the fact that it's unsustainable and will eventually lead to environmental disaster and social collapse? (she pauses, laughing) But hey, at least the graphs will still be going up, right? Serena: (laughing) Yeah, that's all that matters. (she pauses, nodding) As long as the graphs are going up, we can ignore all the other problems and just keep on trucking. (she pauses, smiling wryly) It's a great system, really. Serena: (looking at Branimira with a nostalgic gaze) And you know... (she pauses, her voice taking on a softer tone) I have to admit, I've always had a bit of a soft spot for you. (she pauses, smiling shyly) I mean, who wouldn't, right? You're always so caring and empathetic, and you have this beautiful wavy hair that falls perfectly... (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) I remember when we were kids, I would always get so nervous around you, but at the same time, I felt like I could be myself around you. Branimira: (surprised, looking at Serena with a curious expression) Oh, Serena... (she pauses, her voice gentle) I had no idea. (she pauses, smiling softly) You were always so quiet and reserved, I didn't think you even noticed me. Serena: (laughing nervously) Noticed you? (she pauses, her voice filled with emotion) You were my only childhood crush. (she pauses, looking down, her cheeks flushing) I know it sounds silly, but I just couldn't help the way I felt. (she pauses, taking a deep breath) And it wasn't just because of your hyper-empathy, although that was definitely part of it. (she pauses, smiling wistfully) It was because of your kindness, your compassion, and your beauty... (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) You have this way of making people feel seen and heard, and I was no exception. Branimira: (touched, looking at Serena with a warm smile) Oh, Serena... (she pauses, her voice filled with emotion) I'm so glad you told me. (she pauses, reaching out to touch Serena's arm) I had no idea, but I'm glad I could make you feel seen and heard. Serena: (smiling shyly) Yeah, you did. (she pauses, looking down) And I'm sorry if I didn't make a good impression when we were kids. (she pauses, her voice filled with self-deprecation) I was always so socially awkward, and I didn't know how to talk to people. (she pauses, laughing nervously) I'm still a bit awkward, to be honest. Branimira: (laughing) Oh, Serena, you're not awkward at all. (she pauses, smiling warmly) You're just a little quirky, and that's what makes you so lovable. (smiling thoughtfully) And I have to admit that I've had my fair share of crushes too. (she pauses, her eyes sparkling with amusement) I think it's just a natural part of being human, don't you? (she pauses, her voice taking on a more introspective tone) But I've always wondered, was it just a selection mechanism at play? Was I just the most genetically healthy person around, and that's why people were drawn to me? (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Serena's) Or was it something more? Serena: (curiously) What do you mean? Branimira: (smiling wryly) Well, I've always been interested in the science behind attraction and crushes. (she pauses, her voice filled with a mix of fascination and self-deprecation) And from what I've learned, it's often just a combination of factors - physical appearance, personality, scent, and all that jazz. (she pauses, laughing) But I think what really sets me apart is my empathy. I've always been able to sense how others are feeling, and that can be really attractive to people. Serena: (nodding) That makes sense. You've always had a way of making people feel seen and heard. Branimira: (smiling) I guess so. (she pauses, her voice taking on a more vulnerable tone) But it's not all sunshine and rainbows, Serena. I'm also one of the most imperfect people out there. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Serena's) I'm super sensitive, and that can be really overwhelming at times. (she pauses, laughing) I mean, I can feel everything, all the time. It's like my emotions are always on high alert. Serena: (smiling softly) That must be really tough. But it's also what makes you so special. Branimira: (smiling wryly) Yeah, maybe. (she pauses, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and self-awareness) But crushes are just automatic, you know? They're not conscious. (she pauses, her eyes sparkling with insight) Our brains are just wired to respond to certain stimuli, and that's it. (she pauses, laughing) So, it's not like I can take credit for being attractive or anything. It's just biology, right? Serena: (laughing) I guess so. But it's still nice to be attracted to someone, even if it is just automatic. Branimira: (smiling) Yeah, definitely. (she pauses, her voice filled with a sense of wonder) And it's funny, because even though I understand the science behind it all, I still can't help but feel a little flutter in my chest when someone is interested in me. (she pauses, laughing) I guess that's just human nature, right? Serena: (smiling softly) Right. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) But, I've always wanted to... (she pauses, her voice trailing off as she hesitates) Never mind. Branimira: (curiously) What were you going to say, Serena? Serena: (nervously) Oh, it's just... (she pauses, taking a deep breath) I was going to say that I've always wanted to touch your shoulder. (she pauses, laughing awkwardly) I know it sounds weird, but I just feel like it would be nice. Branimira: (smiling warmly) That doesn't sound weird at all, Serena. (she pauses, leaning in slightly) Go ahead, touch my shoulder. Serena: (hesitantly) Okay... (she pauses, reaching out to gently touch Branimira's shoulder) I hope this isn't awkward. Branimira: (closing her eyes, feeling a sense of calm wash over her) It's not awkward at all, Serena. (she pauses, smiling) It feels nice, actually. Serena: (relieved) Really? (she pauses, smiling softly) I was worried I was going to be weird or something. Branimira: (laughing) You're not weird, Serena. (she pauses, opening her eyes to look at Serena) I like being physically affectionate, and I like receiving affection in any way. (she pauses, smiling) It's nice to feel connected to someone. Serena: (smiling) I can understand that. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) I've always been a bit anxious about physical touch, I guess. (she pauses, laughing nervously) I worry that I'm going to do something wrong or be too awkward. Branimira: (gently) You're not awkward, Serena. (she pauses, smiling warmly) You're just being yourself, and that's what matters. (she pauses, leaning in slightly) And if it makes you feel any better, I really like it when you touch my shoulder. (she pauses, smiling) It feels nice, and it makes me feel connected to you. Serena: (smiling softly) I have to admit that it's not always easy for me to show soft feelings like attraction like that. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) Even though I know you appreciate honesty, I've always had a hard time expressing myself in that way. Branimira: (curiously) Oh? Why is that, Serena? Serena: (thoughtfully) I think it's because of my background as a western migrant. (she pauses, her voice taking on a more introspective tone) In my home country, there's a lot of emphasis on individualism and self-reliance. (she pauses, smiling wryly) And that can make it hard to express vulnerable feelings like attraction, because it's seen as a weakness or a liability. Branimira: (nodding) I see. So, it's like the social norms of the west are still influencing you, even though you're living in a collectivist society now? Serena: (nodding) Exactly. (she pauses, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and self-awareness) It's like, I know intellectually that it's okay to express my feelings and be vulnerable, but it's hard to shake off the habits and norms that I learned growing up. (she pauses, smiling softly) And it's not just about attraction, either. I think it's about being able to show any kind of soft feeling, like empathy or compassion. Branimira: (gently) I understand, Serena. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Serena's) It's like, you're still carrying around this baggage from your past, and it's influencing how you interact with people and express yourself. (she pauses, smiling warmly) But I want you to know that I'm here for you, and I appreciate your honesty. (smiling warmly) And in fact, I'm really glad we're having this conversation. (she pauses, reaching out to gently stroke Serena's hair) I feel like we're really connecting on a deeper level. Serena: (initially feeling awkward) Oh, um, thanks... (she pauses, her eyes widening slightly as she feels Branimira's touch) I'm not used to people touching my hair, I guess. Branimira: (noticing Serena's awkwardness) Oh, sorry! (she pauses, smiling) I'm just a really touchy-feely person, I guess. (she pauses, continuing to stroke Serena's hair) I like to touch people, even in casual interactions. It just feels natural to me. Serena: (starting to feel more comfortable) No, it's okay... (she pauses, smiling softly) I think I'm just not used to it, that's all. (she pauses, her eyes closing as she relaxes into Branimira's touch) Actually, it feels kind of nice. Branimira: (smiling) See? (she pauses, her voice filled with warmth) I told you it was okay! (she pauses, continuing to stroke Serena's hair) People around here really like to show their affection, and I'm no exception. (she pauses, laughing) I'm just a big ball of feelings and touch, I guess. Serena: (laughing) I can see that. (she pauses, smiling) But it's nice, really. (she pauses, her eyes opening to look at Branimira) It feels like you're really present with me, you know? Branimira: (smiling) That's exactly what I'm trying to do. (she pauses, her voice filled with conviction) I want to be fully present with the people I care about, and that includes physical touch. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Serena's) It's just one way of showing affection and connection. But the habit of stroking each other's hair is actually a pretty old one around here. (she pauses, her eyes sparkling with interest) In the past, people used to do it to check for bugs, which were really common back then. Serena: (laughing) Oh, that's interesting! I never would have thought of that. Branimira: (nodding) Yeah, it's true. (she pauses, her voice taking on a more serious tone) People around here have always valued being clean, much more than any other civilization. (she pauses, smiling) We developed germ theory earlier than anyone else, and when it came out, people rapidly started to adopt new hygiene measures that were distinct from the ones in antiquity. Serena: (impressed) Wow, that's really impressive. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) I can see why you would prioritize cleanliness, especially if you didn't have any institutions to take care of it for you. Branimira: (smiling) Exactly. (she pauses, her voice filled with a sense of community) You see, Serena, we didn't have any religion or institutions to keep us together. (she pauses, her eyes sparkling with warmth) The only thing that kept us together was... well, being together. (she pauses, smiling) We relied on each other for support and comfort, and physical affection was a big part of that. Serena: (nodding) I see. (she pauses, her voice filled with understanding) So, instead of relying on institutions to clean and take care of you, people took care of each other through physical affection. Branimira: (smiling) Exactly. (she pauses, her voice filled with conviction) We used to self-clean using physical affection, like stroking each other's hair or giving each other baths. (she pauses, laughing) It was a way of showing love and care for each other, and it also helped to keep us clean and healthy. Serena: (smiling) That's really beautiful. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) I can see why you would value physical affection so much, given your history and culture. Branimira: (smiling) Yeah, it's just a part of who we are. (she pauses, her voice filled with warmth) And I'm glad I can share that with you. Serena: (nervously) Branimira, can I tell you something? (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) I feel like I'm going to be awkward again, but... (she pauses, taking a deep breath) I think you're really cute. Branimira: (smiling) Oh, thank you, Serena! (she pauses, her eyes sparkling with amusement) I'm glad you think so. (she pauses, leaning in slightly) You know, I've actually looked at the proportions of my face before, and I have to say, they're pretty close to the golden ratio. Serena: (laughing) Really? You've actually measured your face? Branimira: (smiling) Well, not exactly measured, but I've looked at the proportions and compared them to the golden ratio. (she pauses, smiling) And it turns out, my face is pretty close to being objectively cute. Serena: (teasingly) Oh, so you're saying you're objectively cute? Branimira: (laughing) Well, I wouldn't say that exactly, but... (she pauses, smiling) I do think my features are pretty well-proportioned. (she pauses, running her hand through her hair) And I love my wavy hair, it feels so natural and effortless. Serena: (smiling) Yeah, your hair is beautiful. (she pauses, reaching out to touch Branimira's hair) It's like sea waves, the way it descends and flows. Branimira: (smiling) Thank you, I love that analogy. (she pauses, smiling) And I love how my hair can look different in different lighting. (she pauses, tilting her head) When the light reflects on it, it can look like caramel, which is just so natural and beautiful. Serena: (smiling) It's like the sun reflecting on the sea waves. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) You're just so... natural and beautiful. Branimira: (smiling) Thank you, Serena. (she pauses, her eyes sparkling with warmth) That means a lot coming from you. (she pauses, leaning in slightly) I think you're pretty great yourself, you know that? Serena: (smiling) I think we're both pretty great. (she pauses, laughing) But I think you're not just cute on the outside, but also on the inside. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) You have this huge heart and you just care so much about people. Branimira: (smiling softly) Oh, thank you, Serena. (she pauses, looking down) I just try to do what I can to help others, you know? (she pauses, smiling wryly) Boundaries are hard for me, sometimes. Serena: (nodding) I can see that. (she pauses, her voice filled with concern) You have a tendency to overcommit yourself to the people you want to help, don't you? (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) You take on too much and forget to take care of yourself. Branimira: (sighing) Yeah, I do. (she pauses, smiling wryly) It's just hard for me to say no to people when they need help. (she pauses, looking down) I feel like I'm abandoning them if I don't do everything I can. Serena: (gently) Branimira, you can't be an empty cup. (she pauses, her voice filled with conviction) You need to take care of yourself first, so you can be there for others. (she pauses, smiling softly) And I'm here to help you with that, okay? Branimira: (smiling) Thanks, Serena. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Serena's) Just talking to you makes me feel better. (she pauses, smiling softly) You have this way of understanding me that not many people do. Serena: (smiling) That's because I care about you. (she pauses, her voice filled with emotion) I care about what's going on inside that beautiful heart of yours. (she pauses, reaching out to touch Branimira's hand) And I want to help you take care of yourself, so you can keep shining your light for others. Branimira: (smiling) Thanks, Serena. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Serena's) That means everything to me. Serena: (thoughtfully) You know, I've been thinking... (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) I'm not sure why I didn't reach out to you sooner. (she pauses, smiling wryly) I tend to leave behind old friends when I no longer need them or when we grow apart. Branimira: (curiously) Oh? What do you mean? Serena: (reflectively) I mean, I've always been someone who moves on to new experiences and relationships, leaving the old ones behind. (she pauses, smiling softly) But with you, it's different. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) We're still resonant, even after all these years. Branimira: (smiling) I know what you mean. (she pauses, her eyes sparkling with warmth) I've been busy collecting humanitarian accounts and helping adults, but I've always thought about you and wondered how you were doing. Serena: (laughing) I'm glad to hear that. (she pauses, smiling) I think I should have outgrown you by now, but somehow we're still having a good time together. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) It's like we're still on the same wavelength, even after all these years. Branimira: (smiling) I think that's because we've both been through so much and have come out the other side. (she pauses, her eyes sparkling with insight) We've both been shaped by our experiences, but we're still recognizable to each other. Serena: (nodding) That makes sense. (she pauses, smiling softly) I'm glad we're still connected. (she pauses, her eyes locking onto Branimira's) You're one of the few people who truly understands me. Additionally I've been thinking about my friends and who I want to spend more time with. (she pauses, pulling out her phone to show Branimira some photos) I have this friend Ambre, who's really nice, but... (she pauses, showing Branimira a photo of Ambre) I don't know, we don't always see eye to eye. Branimira: (curiously) Oh? What's Ambre like? Serena: (smiling) She's nice, but... (she pauses, showing Branimira another photo) I also have this older friend Luisina, who's actually your sister, right? (she pauses, smiling) I've known her for a while, and we always have a great time together. Branimira: (smiling) Yeah, that's my sister! (she pauses, laughing) She's a great person, isn't she? Serena: (nodding) Yes, she is. (she pauses, thoughtfully) But the thing is, Luisina and I don't always agree with Ambre on certain things. (she pauses, frowning) Like, Ambre supports GERMFT, which is just... (she pauses, shaking her head) I don't know, it's just so mechanical and rigid. Branimira: (nodding) I know what you mean. (she pauses, smiling) Luisina and I have talked about GERMFT before, and we both agree that it's not the best approach. (she pauses, laughing) It's just the same old failed GERMinized schools from the west, repackaged and sold as something new. Serena: (laughing) Exactly! (she pauses, nodding) And it's not just that, Ambre and I don't really agree on a lot of stuff, to be honest. (she pauses, thoughtfully) It can sometimes feel awkward, hanging out with her, because we just don't see eye to eye. Branimira: (smiling) I can understand that. (she pauses, nodding) It's always better to spend time with people who share your values and interests. (she pauses, smiling) Maybe it's just better to hang out more with Luisina, then? You two seem to have a lot in common. Serena: (nodding) That's what I was thinking. (she pauses, smiling) Luisina and I always have a great time together, and we agree on so much more than Ambre and I do. (she pauses, thoughtfully) It's just easier, you know? (As Branimira tries to respond, Ambre walks by and notices the two of them talking. She tries to be nice and friendly, but Serena can sense a hint of insincerity in her tone) Ambre: (smiling) Hey, Serena! I didn't know you were friends with Branimira. (she pauses, looking at Branimira with a hint of disdain) How's it going? Serena: (trying to be polite) Oh, hi Ambre. Yeah and I were just catching up. (she pauses, feeling a bit awkward) Branimira: (smiling warmly) Hi Ambre! It's nice to see you. (she pauses, noticing the tension between Ambre and Serena) Ambre: (trying to make small talk) So, what were you two talking about? (she pauses, glancing at Branimira with a hint of annoyance) Serena: (trying to brush it off) Oh, just catching up on old times. (she pauses, feeling uncomfortable) Branimira: (trying to be friendly) Yeah, we were just discussing our shared interests and values. (she pauses, noticing Ambre's disinterest) Ambre: (trying to change the subject) Oh, that's nice. (she pauses, looking at Serena) So, Serena, I was thinking we could grab coffee sometime and talk about GERMFT. I think it's really important that we support it. Serena: (feeling trapped) Oh, um, I don't know... (she pauses, trying to think of an excuse) Branimira: (jumping in) Actually, Serena and I were just discussing how we don't really agree with GERMFT. (she pauses, smiling sweetly) We think it's a bit too rigid and mechanical. Ambre: (looking annoyed) Oh, really? (she pauses, glancing at Serena) I didn't know you felt that way, Serena. Serena: (trying to placate Ambre) Oh, well, I just think that we should consider all the options and not just jump on the bandwagon. (she pauses, feeling uncomfortable) Branimira: (smiling warmly) Yeah, I think it's always important to question and critique the systems we have in place. (she pauses, looking at Ambre) Don't you think, Ambre? Ambre: (looking uncomfortable) Well, I think GERMFT is a great initiative and we should support it. (she pauses, glancing at Serena) I don't think we should be so quick to dismiss it. (rapid-firing arguments) Because GERMFT is the future of education! It's the only way we can compete with the rest of the world and provide our children with the skills they need to succeed. It's based on the latest research and best practices from around the globe. We can't just stick to our old ways of doing things and expect to keep up. We need to innovate and adapt, and GERMFT is the way to do it. Branimira: (trying to interrupt) Ambre, I understand where you're coming from, but- Ambre: (talking over her) And it's not just about the economy, it's about social mobility and equality. GERMFT will provide opportunities for children from all backgrounds to succeed, regardless of their socio-economic status. It's a meritocracy, where the best and brightest will rise to the top. Branimira: (firmly) Ambre, let me finish. (she pauses, taking a deep breath) GERMFT is not a new or innovative approach to education. It's the same imperialist neoliberal rhetoric that we've been hearing from the outside during the war. It's a attempt to impose a one-size-fits-all solution on our education system, without taking into account our unique cultural and historical context. Ambre: (defensively) That's not true! GERMFT is a proven model that has worked in countless other countries. Branimira: (calmly) Proven model? You mean the same model that has been imposed on countless other countries through colonialism and imperialism? The same model that has failed to deliver on its promises and has only served to perpetuate inequality and oppression? (she pauses, looking at Ambre) We need to be careful about what we're importing and imposing on our own education system. We need to think critically about what will work best for our own children and communities, rather than blindly following the latest fad from the outside. Ambre: (getting frustrated) You're just being close-minded and resistant to change. You're not willing to consider new ideas and perspectives. Branimira: (smiling) I'm not being close-minded, Ambre. I'm just being cautious and critical. I'm thinking about what's best for our children and our communities, rather than just following the latest trend or ideology. (she pauses, looking at Serena) And I think Serena agrees with me on this. Don't you, Serena? Serena: (trying to agree) Yes, I think Branimira has a point. We need to be careful about what we're importing and imposing on our own education system. Ambre: (condescendingly) Oh, come on, Serena. You can't seriously think that the Global South has all the answers when it comes to education. I mean, look at the state of education in most of these countries. It's backward, outdated, and ineffective. We need to learn from the West, from the countries that have already figured out how to do education right. Branimira: (angrily) Excuse me? The Global South has a lot to offer when it comes to education, and we don't need to be lectured by the West on how to do it. Our cultures, our histories, and our perspectives are valuable and worth preserving. Ambre: (talking down) Oh, I'm not saying that your cultures and histories aren't valuable. But when it comes to education, we need to be practical and focus on what works. And what works is the Western model of education. It's proven, it's effective, and it's the key to success in the modern world. Serena: (uncomfortably) Ambre, I don't think that's fair. The Western model of education has its own set of problems and biases, and we can't just impose it on other cultures without considering their unique contexts and needs. Ambre: (condescendingly) Oh, Serena, you're just being naive. The Western model of education is the best, and it's the only way to ensure that our children are competitive in the global economy. We can't afford to be sentimental about our cultures and traditions when it comes to education. We need to be pragmatic and focus on what works. Branimira: (angrily) That's it, Ambre. I've had enough of your condescending attitude towards the Global South. We're not inferior to the West, and our cultures and perspectives are worth valuing and preserving. We don't need your patronizing advice on how to educate our children. Ambre: (smugly) Oh, I'm just trying to help. But if you're not willing to listen to reason, then I suppose we have nothing more to discuss. (Ambre turns and walks away, leaving Serena and Branimira looking at each other in discomfort and annoyance) Serena: (shaking her head) I'm so sorry. I don't know how I ended up with someone like Ambre. (she pauses, feeling guilty) I mean, how can someone support such a position? It's just so... colonialist and condescending. Branimira: (angrily) I know, right? It's like, she thinks she's superior to us just because she's from the West. (she pauses, shaking her head) And she's so clueless about the history and context of our region. Serena: (frustrated) It's like she's not even listening to us. She just assumes that she knows what's best for us, without even trying to understand our perspectives. (she pauses, feeling guilty) And I'm the one who introduced her to you. I feel so bad about that. Branimira: (softening) Serena, it's not your fault. You didn't know she was going to be like that. (she pauses, smiling) And besides, I'm glad we had this conversation. It's good to know where people stand, even if it's not where we want them to be. Serena: (sighing) I guess you're right. (she pauses, thinking) But it's just so hard to understand how someone can support something like GERMFT, when it's so clearly designed to benefit the West at the expense of the rest of us. Branimira: (nodding) I know, it's like they're not even thinking about the consequences of their actions. (she pauses, smiling wryly) But I guess that's just the problem with imperialism, right? It's always about exploiting and oppressing others, without even thinking about the harm it causes. Serena: (nodding) Yeah, exactly. (she pauses, feeling determined) Well, I'm glad we're on the same page. Let's just make sure to keep speaking out against GERMFT and supporting our own education systems, okay? Branimira: (smiling) Absolutely, Serena. We need to stand up for ourselves and our communities, and not let people like Ambre dictate what's best for us. Serena: (shaking her head) I just don't understand how I ended up befriending someone like Ambre. She's so... condescending and incompatible with my values. (she pauses, thinking) I mean, I thought we had some common interests and stuff, but I guess I was wrong. Branimira: (nodding) I know how you feel, Serena. I've had similar experiences before. (she pauses, thinking) There was this one person I used to hang out with, and at first, they seemed really cool and interesting. But as I got to know them better, I realized that they were actually really racist and xenophobic. Serena: (surprised) Oh, wow. That's awful. How did you deal with it? Branimira: (shrugging) Well, I just kind of... distanced myself from them, I guess. I didn't want to be around someone who held such hateful views. (she pauses, thinking) But it was hard, because we had some mutual friends and stuff, so I still saw them around. Serena: (nodding) Yeah, I can imagine. It's hard to cut ties with someone, even if you realize that they're not a good influence. (she pauses, thinking) But I think it's really important to prioritize our own well-being and surround ourselves with people who uplift and support us. Branimira: (smiling) Absolutely. I'm so glad we're friends, Serena. You're one of the most empathetic and open-minded people I've met. (she pauses, thinking) And I'm sorry that you had to deal with someone like Ambre. But I'm here for you, and I'll support you no matter what. Serena: (smiling) Thanks. That means a lot to me. (she pauses, thinking) I'm just glad that we can be honest with each other and support each other, even when things get tough. Branimira: (nodding) Yeah, me too. (she pauses, smiling) And who knows, maybe we can even help each other avoid people like Ambre in the future. (thoughtfully) And you know, I've noticed that people like that are relatively rare around here. (she pauses, thinking) But when they do show up, they often have a certain... profile. Serena: (curiously) What do you mean? Branimira: (smiling wryly) Well, they're often rich, Western migrants who came to our community to retire with their children. (she pauses, nodding) They're the ones who benefit from our communitarian way of life, but they don't always understand or respect the values and principles that underpin it. Serena: (nodding) That makes sense. I've noticed that Ambre seems to have a pretty privileged background. Branimira: (nodding) Yes, that's often the case. (she pauses, thinking) And it's not just their economic privilege that's the problem. It's also their cultural and social privilege. They often come from societies that are very individualistic and competitive, and they have a hard time adjusting to our more collective and cooperative way of life. Serena: (thoughtfully) I see what you mean. It's like they're trying to impose their own values and norms on our community, without really understanding or respecting our own unique culture and history. Branimira: (nodding) Exactly. (she pauses, smiling) But the good news is that people like Ambre are relatively rare around here. Most of the people who come to our community are genuinely interested in learning about and contributing to our way of life. (she pauses, thinking) And of course, our open borders policy means that anyone can come and join us, regardless of their background or circumstances. Serena: (smiling) That's one of the things I love about this community. We're so welcoming and inclusive, and we really value diversity and difference. Branimira: (smiling) Yes, we do. (she pauses, thinking) But at the same time, we also need to be mindful of the potential risks and challenges that come with open borders. (she pauses, nodding) We need to make sure that we're creating a community that is truly inclusive and equitable, and that we're not just importing problems from other places. Serena: (reading from her phone) Oh my god, look at this. I'm on the GERMFT website and it says, "Our mission is to provide a standardized and efficient education system that prepares students for the global economy. We achieve this by replacing the entire curricula with OECD-prescribed materials, ensuring that all students receive a consistent and high-quality education." Branimira: (reading from her phone) That's not all, Serena. I'm reading the same thing. It says, "We will replace the current NSEL model with CASEL, which provides a more comprehensive and research-based approach to social and emotional learning." But what's wrong with the NSEL model? It's been working fine for us. Serena: (reading on) And it gets worse. It says, "We will remove most, if not all, of the curricula on humanities and replace it with STEM and basic literature. This will ensure that students are equipped with the skills and knowledge necessary to succeed in the modern workforce." Can you believe that? They're basically getting rid of all the humanities programs. Branimira: (outraged) That's ridiculous. The humanities are essential to a well-rounded education. And what's with this obsession with STEM? Not everyone is interested in science and technology. Serena: (reading on) And it says, "We will replace the MDSEV with a PISA/SAT-inspired model called SSAT. This will provide a more accurate and reliable measure of student performance and readiness for higher education." But what's wrong with the MDSEV? It's been working fine for us. Branimira: (reading from her phone) I'm reading the same thing. And it's not just that. The SSAT is designed to favor students from wealthy and privileged backgrounds. It's a way of perpetuating inequality and limiting access to higher education for marginalized communities. Serena: (smiling) But look at this. I just found the parliament's decision to ban GERMFT from being ratified. It says, "The parliament has voted to reject the GERMFT proposal due to its potential to undermine the country's education system and perpetuate inequality. The proposal's emphasis on standardized testing and STEM education is seen as a threat to the country's cultural and linguistic diversity." Ambre: (walking up to them with a smile) Oh, hey again! What's up? I was just out for a walk and I saw you two sitting here. Mind if I join you? Serena: (nervously) Uh, hi Ambre. Actually, we were just talking about something important. (she pauses, taking a deep breath) I think we need to talk about our friendship. Ambre: (confused) What do you mean? Everything's fine, isn't it? (she looks at Branimira, who is sitting quietly, observing the conversation) Serena: (trying to be gentle) Ambre, I think we've grown apart. We don't have as much in common as we used to, and I think it's time for us to go our separate ways. Ambre: (laughing) Oh, don't be ridiculous! We're fine! We just need to spend more time together, that's all. (she smiles, trying to reassure Serena) I was thinking we could plan a trip together, just the three of us. Wouldn't that be fun? Serena: (firmly) Ambre, I don't think that's a good idea. I think we need to accept that our friendship has run its course. (she pauses, trying to be clear) I appreciate the good times we've had, but I think it's time for us to move on. Ambre: (getting defensive) So, you're just going to dump me like that? Without even trying to work things out? (she looks at Branimira, who is still sitting quietly) I thought we were friends, Serena. I thought we had something real. Serena: (calmly) Ambre, I'm not trying to hurt you. I'm just being honest about how I feel. (she pauses, trying to explain) We've grown apart, and I think it's time for us to acknowledge that. Ambre: (getting angry) Fine. If that's how you feel, then maybe I'll just have to force you to keep being friends with me. (she smiles, trying to be persuasive) I'll just keep calling and texting you, and eventually you'll come around. You'll see that we're meant to be friends. Serena: (firmly) Ambre, that's not okay. You can't force someone to be friends with you. (she pauses, trying to be clear) I need you to respect my boundaries and give me space. Ambre: (getting louder) No, I won't give you space! I'll keep trying to make this friendship work, no matter what! (she glares at Branimira, who is still sitting quietly) And I know you're behind this. You're the one who's been poisoning Serena against me. Branimira: (calmly) Ambre, that's not true. Serena has made her own decision about the friendship, and I respect that. (she pauses, trying to be clear) Maybe it's time for you to respect Serena's boundaries and give her the space she needs. Ambre: (storming off) Fine! I'll show you! I'll make you regret this! (she walks away, leaving Serena and Branimira sitting in silence) Serena: (sighing) I'm so glad I don't have a social media account. I don't have to deal with Ambre's drama and posts. (she pauses, thinking) But at the same time, I'm a bit curious about what she's posting. (she looks at Branimira) Do you think we could check her posts without having an account? Branimira: (smiling) Actually, yes. I can use a browser to view her posts without logging in. (she pulls out her phone and starts typing) Let me just find her profile... (she scrolls through the posts) Oh wow, she's really going all out with these posts. Serena: (laughing) What's she posting about now? Branimira: (reading from the screen) "R&D tax incentives continue to outpace other forms of government support for R&D in most countries". (she looks up at Serena) And it has a ton of dislikes. People are commenting things like "Why I even care about tax incentives at Research and Development? It's not like we have a monopoly that does all of our research for the brand new hydrogen-electric engine or who knows what other stuff... Research and Development is done by passionate people for the people. We all know this is a shitpost." Serena: (laughing) That's amazing. I love how honest people are in this republic. (she pauses, thinking) You know, I think I'm going to block Ambre's number and email. I don't want to deal with her drama anymore. Branimira: (supportively) That's a great idea, Serena. You deserve to surround yourself with positive and supportive people. (she pauses, smiling) And I'm glad we can view Ambre's posts without having to deal with her directly. Serena: (smiling) Yeah, me too. (she pauses, thinking) You know, I'm just lucky to live in a republic where people are so honest and transparent. (she looks at Branimira) I don't know what I would do without you and the rest of our community. Branimira: (smiling) We're lucky to have you too, Serena. (she pauses, smiling) Now, let's just enjoy the rest of our day and forget about Ambre and her drama. (she stands up and stretches) Who's up for some lunch? Serena: (laughing) I am! (she stands up and stretches) Let's go find some delicious food and celebrate our freedom from Ambre's drama. ---- Later, after a few days, during a vacation from school, Serena and Luisina meet together. Serena has completely broken up from Ambre and wants to spend more time with Luisina's sister. ---- Serena: (excitedly) Oh, I'm so glad we're all hanging out together today! I've missed you so much. Luisina: (dramatically) Ah, Serena, my love, my heart beats for you alone. (she gazes longingly at Serena) I've been pining for you, waiting for the day when we could be together again. Branimira: (rolling her eyes) Oh, Luisina, stop being so dramatic. You're not really in love with Serena. Luisina: (smiling) Oh, but I am! I've allocated all my resources to loving Serena, and I won't rest until she returns my affections. (she sighs) Alas, I fear she may never love me back. Serena: (laughing) Luisina, that's not true! I care about you deeply, but not in a romantic way. And even if I did, it would be a two-way street, not just you pining after me. Luisina: (smiling) Ah, but that's what makes it so tragic, Serena! My love for you is pure and true, but it's doomed to be unrequited. (she gazes at Branimira) And as for you, dear sister, I either bow to you or you bow to me. That's just the way our codependent relationship works. Branimira: (skeptically) Luisina, that's not true. We're not codependent, and we don't have to bow to each other. We're just siblings who care about each other. Luisina: (gently) Oh, you're so sensitive and empathetic. I have to be careful not to hurt your feelings. (she smiles) But I'm just trying to understand the patterns of relationships, dear sister. I've been reading about psychology and I want to learn more. Serena: (curiously) What kind of patterns have you been reading about, Luisina? Luisina: (excitedly) Oh, all sorts of things! Codependency, one-sided love, toxic relationships... (she smiles) I like to pretend that I'm in these patterns so I can understand them better. It's all just a game, of course. Branimira: (dryly) Yes, because nothing says "fun" like pretending to be in a toxic relationship. Luisina: (laughing) Oh, you're so funny! But seriously, I think it's helpful to understand these patterns so we can avoid them in our own relationships. Serena: (thoughtfully) That's a good point, Luisina. It's always good to be aware of the potential pitfalls in relationships. Luisina: (smiling) Exactly! And that's why I've decided that my relationship with Branimira will be codependent, and my relationship with you, Serena, will be one-sided love. (she gazes at Serena) It's all just a fun experiment, of course. Branimira: (skeptically) Luisina, I don't think that's a good idea. We should just be ourselves and not try to force our relationships into certain patterns. Luisina: (gently) Oh, you're so sensitive. I don't want to hurt your feelings. (she smiles) But I think this will be a fun and educational experience for all of us. Serena: (laughing) Well, I suppose it could be interesting. But let's just make sure we're all being honest and respectful with each other, okay? Luisina: (smiling) Of course, dear Serena. I promise to be gentle and respectful with both of you. (she gazes at Branimira) And I'll make sure to bow to you, dear sister, whenever necessary. Branimira: (dryly) Joy. Serena: (smiling) You know, Luisina, I think you're a great actress. You're really good at getting into character and staying in it. Luisina: (grinning) Thanks, Serena! I love playing different roles and exploring different personalities. Serena: (curiously) So, I was thinking... maybe you could do another theatric for us? Something a bit more intense this time? Luisina: (excitedly) Oh, that sounds like so much fun! What kind of theatric did you have in mind? Serena: (thoughtfully) Hmm, I'm not sure. What do you think you could do? Luisina: (mischievously) Well, I've always wanted to try a "You never... / You always..." couple argument. You know, where we just go back and forth, accusing each other of things, but never actually resolving anything. Branimira: (skeptically) Uh, Luisina, I don't know if that's such a good idea. Those kinds of arguments can get really heated and uncomfortable. Luisina: (persistently) Oh, come on! It'll be fun, I promise! And it's just a theatric, so we can stop whenever we want. Serena: (encouragingly) Yeah, let's do it! I think it could be really interesting to see how it plays out. Luisina: (grinning) Great! Let's get started, then. (she takes a deep breath and launches into the argument) You never listen to me, Serena! You always just do what you want, without considering how I feel. Serena: (playing along) That's not true, Luisina! You always assume the worst about me, without giving me a chance to explain myself. Luisina: (accusingly) Oh, so now you're saying I'm the one who's always assuming the worst? You're always so quick to judge me, without trying to understand where I'm coming from. Serena: (defensively) I do try to understand you, Luisina! But you never give me any credit for it. You always just assume that I'm not making an effort. Luisina: (angrily) That's because you never follow through on your promises, Serena! You always say you're going to do something, but then you just forget or change your mind. Serena: (frustrated) That's not fair, Luisina! You're always so critical of me, without acknowledging all the things I do for you. Luisina: (bitterly) Oh, please, Serena. You only do things for me when it's convenient for you. You never go out of your way to help me, unless it benefits you in some way. Branimira: (uncomfortably) Um,, maybe we should take a break? This is starting to get a bit intense... Luisina: (sternly) No, we're not going to stop now! We're going to keep going, until we resolve this argument once and for all! (she glares at Serena) You always... (she pauses, thinking) You always think you're right, and never consider my perspective! Serena: (angrily) That's not true, Luisina! You always... (she pauses, thinking) You always try to manipulate me, and get me to do what you want! Luisina: (furiously) How dare you, Serena! You never... (she pauses, thinking) You never take responsibility for your actions, and always blame me for your mistakes! Serena: (defiantly) That's not true, Luisina! You always... (she pauses, thinking) You always try to control me, and never give me any freedom! Luisina: (enraged) That's it, Serena! I've had enough of your lies! You never... (she pauses, thinking) You never respect my boundaries, and always try to push me around! Branimira: (interrupting) Okay, okay, I think that's enough! This argument is getting way too heated, and it's not going to resolve anything. Let's just take a break and calm down, okay? Luisina: (pouting) Fine. But this argument is far from over, Serena. (she glares at Serena, before storming off) Serena: (sighing) Well, that was fun. I think. (she looks at Branimira) What did you think of that theatric? Branimira: (laughing) I think it was a bit too intense, to be honest. But it was definitely interesting to watch. (she smiles) You and Luisina are both great actresses. Serena: (smiling) Yeah, I think we both got a bit carried away with the argument. But it was fun to play out. Luisina: (returning with a big smile) Ah, Serena, I'm so glad we had that argument! It was just what I needed to get my emotions flowing. (she opens her arms wide) Now, let's have a friendship boost to make up for it! Serena: (confused) A friendship boost? What's that? Luisina: (excitedly) It's a big hug, of course! We need to fill up our friendship bar, after all. (she wraps her arms around Serena in a tight squeeze) Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze! Friendship points are flowing in! Branimira: (laughing) Luisina, what are you talking about? This isn't a game, you know. Luisina: (muffled by the hug) Oh, don't be such a spoilsport! A friendship boost is just what we need to strengthen our bond. (she starts making "whooshing" sounds, as if energy is flowing between her and Serena) Feel the friendship energy flowing in! Serena: (laughing) Okay, okay, I think we've got enough friendship points now. (she tries to extricate herself from the hug, but Luisina holds tight) Luisina: (still hugging) No, no, no! We need to fill up the bar completely! (she starts making "ding" sounds, as if a level has been reached) Level up! Friendship level 5 achieved! Branimira: (shaking her head) Luisina, you're such a goofball. (she smiles) But I have to admit, it's kind of adorable. Serena: (finally managing to escape the hug) Okay, I think we've had enough of the friendship boost for now. (she laughs) But thanks for the hug, Luisina. It was... um... energizing. Luisina: (grinning) Anytime, Serena! We need to keep our friendship bar full, after all. (she winks) Now, let's go get some snacks and celebrate our new level of friendship! Branimira: (laughing) I'll come with you, but only if you promise to leave the friendship bar behind. Luisina: (pouting) Fine, fine. But just for now. (she smiles mischievously) I'll be back to filling up that bar in no time. Serena: (thoughtfully) I really like it when you're being authentic, Luisina. Your theatrics can be a bit much sometimes, but when you're just being yourself, it's really refreshing. Luisina: (smiling) Thanks, Serena! I try to be genuine, even when I'm being a bit dramatic. (she giggles) I just like to have fun and explore different personalities and emotions. Serena: (curiously) Yeah, I've noticed that you like to simulate toxic relationships and emotional arguments. What's behind that? Is it just a desire to study human behavior, or is there something more to it? Luisina: (hesitating) Well, I... I'm not really sure. I just find it interesting, I guess. (she looks at Branimira, who is watching the conversation with interest) Branimira: (thoughtfully) I think I might have an idea, Serena. Luisina's been listening to my stories about the veterans and refugees I've worked with, and I think she might be curious about their experiences. Serena: (intrigued) Really? You think that's what's driving her interest in simulating toxic relationships? Branimira: (nodding) Yes, I do. Luisina's always been fascinated by the stories I tell her about the people I've met, and I think she's trying to understand their experiences in her own way. By simulating toxic relationships and emotional arguments, she's trying to get a glimpse into what it might be like to live through those kinds of experiences. Luisina: (sheepishly) Yeah, that's true. I guess I am curious about what it's like to go through those kinds of things. (she looks down, her expression serious) I feel like I've had such a sheltered life, and I want to understand what it's like for people who haven't been as lucky. Serena: (empathetically) I can understand that. It's natural to be curious about the experiences of others, especially when they're so different from our own. (she smiles) But maybe there are better ways to explore those experiences than simulating toxic relationships? Luisina: (smiling back) Maybe you're right. I just get caught up in the drama of it all sometimes. (she looks at Branimira) But I promise to be more mindful of that in the future. Branimira: (smiling) I think that's a great idea, Luisina. And if you want to learn more about the experiences of veterans and refugees, I'd be happy to share more of my stories with you. Just maybe leave out the simulated arguments, okay? (she laughs) Luisina: (laughing) Deal! (she grins) But just for the record, I'm still going to have my friendship bar. (she winks at Serena and then reaches out and squeezes Serena's hand) Serena: (initially feeling awkward) Ah, okay... (she looks at Luisina's hand on hers, feeling a bit surprised by the physical contact) Luisina: (noticing Serena's reaction) Oh, sorry if that's too much. I just like to show affection to people I care about. (she starts to pull her hand back) Serena: (realizing it's a cultural difference) No, no, it's okay. I'm just not used to it, that's all. (she smiles) Where I'm from, people don't usually touch each other as much. Luisina: (smiling) Ah, I forget that sometimes. We're a very touchy-feely culture here. (she squeezes Serena's hand again) But I'm glad you're okay with it. I like to show my friends that I care about them. Serena: (feeling a bit more at ease) Yeah, it's... nice, actually. (she looks at Luisina's hand on hers and feels a sense of warmth and connection) I think I'm just not used to it because where I'm from, people have a lot of personal space. Luisina: (nodding) Yes, I've heard that about western cultures. But here, we like to be close to each other. We show our affection and gratitude through physical touch. (she smiles) Like when someone does something nice for us, we might hug them or hold their hand to say thank you. Serena: (smiling) That's really beautiful, actually. I like that. (she feels a sense of comfort and security with Luisina's hand on hers) It's nice to feel connected to someone like that. Luisina: (smiling back) I'm glad you feel that way, Serena. I think it's important to show our love and appreciation for each other through physical touch. (she gives Serena's hand another squeeze) And I'm glad we can be close like this. Branimira: (smiling) Yeah, it's definitely a cultural difference. But I think it's nice that we can learn from each other and appreciate our differences. (she looks at Luisina and Serena) You two are definitely becoming close friends, and that's great to see. Luisina: (smiling) I feel like Serena is really starting to understand our culture and way of life. (she looks at Serena) And I'm glad we can be open and honest with each other. Serena: (smiling) Yeah, me too. I feel like I'm learning a lot from you both, and I appreciate your willingness to teach me and show me your way of life. (she looks at Luisina's hand on hers and feels a sense of gratitude and connection) And I've been thinking, what makes it so easy to have close friends around here? Is it just the collectivist culture and the need to bond, or is there something more to it? Branimira: (thoughtfully) That's a great question, Serena. I think there's definitely more to it than just collectivism. For one, I think people in the republic really enjoy the feel-good aspect of having close friends and being kind to others. Luisina: (nodding) Yes, that's true! When you help someone or do something nice for them, it can give you this warm, fuzzy feeling inside. And sometimes, that feeling is so strong that you want to know the other person, to meet them again and not forget about them. Branimira: (smiling) Exactly! And I think that's because, in our cultural framework, people who are kind and generous often create a sense of curiosity around them. When someone does something nice for you, it's not just a one-time transaction, it's an invitation to a deeper connection. Serena: (intrigued) That's really interesting. So, you're saying that when someone is kind to you, it's not just a matter of saying "thank you" and moving on, but rather, it's an opportunity to build a relationship? Branimira: (nodding) Yes, exactly! In our culture, when someone does something nice for you, it's implied that there will be continuity, that you'll see each other again and have a chance to reciprocate. It's like there's a social debt, but not in a negative way. Rather, it's a sense of obligation to nurture the relationship and see where it goes. Luisina: (excitedly) And that's why people in the republic are often so interested in each other! We want to know more about the people we meet, to learn about their lives and experiences. It's not just about being kind or helpful, it's about building connections and creating a sense of community. Serena: (smiling) I think I'm starting to understand. So, it's not just about being collectivist or needing to bond, it's about creating a sense of connection and community through kindness and generosity. Branimira: (nodding) Exactly! And I think that's what makes it so easy to have close friends around here. When you're kind to someone, it's not just a one-time thing, it's an invitation to a deeper connection, and that can lead to some really beautiful and meaningful relationships. Luisina: (smiling) And it's not just about the person you're helping, either. When you're kind to someone, it can create a ripple effect, inspiring others to be kind and generous as well. It's like a big web of connections and relationships that just keeps growing and growing. Branimira: (smiling wistfully) You know, I have to admit, I've talked to a lot of veterans from the opposing side not just because of my intense empathy, although that's definitely a part of it. Serena: (curiously) Oh? What do you mean? Branimira: (thoughtfully) I think it's because of the same effect we were just talking about. When someone shares their story with me, I feel like I have to listen, like I owe it to them to hear them out and understand their perspective. And it's not just about being a good listener, it's about feeling a sense of responsibility to acknowledge their experiences and emotions. Luisina: (nodding) Yes, that makes sense. When someone is kind to us, or shares their story with us, it creates a sense of social debt, like we talked about earlier. And for you, that sense of debt is especially strong because of your empathy and your desire to understand others. Branimira: (smiling) Exactly. And I think that's why I've ended up talking to so many veterans from the opposing side. I feel like I have to hear their stories, to understand what they went through and how it affected them. And it's not just about being curious, it's about feeling a sense of responsibility to acknowledge their experiences and to learn from them. Serena: (impressed) Wow, that's really admirable. I can imagine it's not always easy to hear those stories, especially if they're difficult or painful. Branimira: (smiling) No, it's not always easy. But I think it's worth it, because I've learned so much from those conversations, and I've gained a deeper understanding of the complexities of war and conflict. And I've also formed some really meaningful connections with people who I might not have otherwise met. Luisina: (thoughtfully) I've been thinking... I think it would be nice to spend more time with Serena alone, without Branimira. Branimira: (smiling) Oh? What makes you think that? Luisina: (hesitantly) I don't know, I just feel like we could have some really good conversations and get to know each other better if it was just the two of us. Plus, I think Serena might feel a bit more comfortable opening up to me without you around. Branimira: (laughing) Oh, Luisina, you're not trying to get rid of me, are you? Luisina: (smiling) No, of course not! I just think it would be nice to have some one-on-one time with Serena. And besides, I'm sure you have better things to do than hang out with us all the time. Branimira: (smiling) Actually, I think that's a great idea, Luisina. I'll let you two have some time alone together. I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun and get to know each other better. Luisina: (excitedly) Really? You're okay with that? Branimira: (nodding) Yes, really. I trust you to take care of Serena and make sure she's comfortable. And who knows, maybe you'll even learn some new things about each other. Serena: (smiling) I think that sounds like a great idea, actually. I'd love to spend some time with Luisina alone and get to know her better. Luisina: (grinning) Great! I'll make sure to plan something fun for us to do together. Thanks, for being so understanding. Branimira: (smiling) Anytime, Luisina. I just want what's best for both of you, and if that means giving you some time alone together, then that's what I'll do. Luisina: (looking up at the sky) Oh, it's getting dark already. I guess it's time for us to head out. Branimira: (nodding) Yes, we should get going. The automatic buses will be arriving soon. Serena: (smiling) I'll just head to my bus stop then. It was great spending time with you both today. Luisina: (hugging Serena) We'll do it again soon, I promise. Maybe next time we can even have that one-on-one time I was talking about. Branimira: (smiling) I'll let you two plan that out. I'll just head home with Luisina for now. Serena: (smiling) Sounds good. I'll see you both later then. Luisina: (walking with Branimira) Come on. Let's go catch our bus. Branimira: (walking alongside Luisina) Okay, let's go. I'm looking forward to getting home and relaxing. Serena: (watching them walk away) I'll just head to my bus stop then. (she starts walking in the opposite direction, enjoying the quiet evening air) Luisina: (calling out to Serena) Bye, Serena! Have a good night! Serena: (smiling and waving) You too, Luisina! Bye! Branimira: (smiling and waving) Bye, Serena. We'll see you soon. Serena: (smiling and waving back) Yeah, see you soon. (she continues walking to her bus stop, feeling happy and content after a fun day with Luisina and Branimira)