All around her were people basking in mindless happiness, completely ignorant of the revolution and its effects on those who had survived. They had no concept of how swiftly a bullet could extinguish a life. They did not understand the sheer terror that gripped your soul when a noose was placed around your neck. Nor could they imagine the sheer size and ferocity of the wolves that roamed the snowfields.
Lysithea was alone, even when surrounded by others.
