Not your dear,

( mal, dean, & arya )

voice.
I've a bit of experience with newspapers and the like during wartime though it was from the other side of it.

[Which, of course, didn't mean Polly didn't ask questions. Her questions just simply didn't make it into print.]

I suppose with as much as Borogravia's history has been spent on frowning upon the written word and trusting the gossip you hear about the frontline and the politics, it didn't immediately occur to me--[or anyone else for that matter]--how much of a war can be fought through words alone until I was in the middle of it and those words alone seemed to change most everything.

[There were other factors, of course. But the story of their regiment certainly had an effect on the outside world enough to change Borogravia from war-mongerers to scrappy underdogs.]

I'm sure for most of you, this experience was a miserable one. But I find myself marveling at the commonalities across our different worlds that war might be found on the same stages.

( private to arya )

public.

I think it's time for a change of subject.

[You guys have just been too damn depressing and apologizing left and right lately.]

What's one thing that always makes you think of home? You're free to get as maudlin as you like--[Just as she's free to ignore you when you do. c'8]--but I mean more in the nostalgic sense.