I suffered. I made choices that would bring my people to safety. [ It sounds so simple. The hunger, the heat – the uncertainty of conquering the Free Cities... Of course, there was loss. There will always be loss... but she grows quiet. ] I had reason to keep trying, to keep marching when people began to believe in me as I believed in myself. They kept me strong, strong enough to overcome. They began to see a world I saw and fought for it.