Hope doesn't clothe, feed or protect anyone.

[Ah yes, cynicism is reliable and fits on her as well as her clothes. She shifts to curl up, still seated.]

Yes. Time dulls the pain. It also sculpts who we are. I don't enjoy that truth.

[She was hardly even twenty and wanted to be beautiful, powerful and adored. Of course there was no telling of how she would feel close to seventy years after the fact.]