All the long years when the hopeless war dragged along we, unassuming, forgotten in quiet, endured without question, endured in our loneliness all your incessant childish antics.

Our lips we kept tied, aching with silence, though well all the while we knew how wretchedly everything still was progressing.

Always you discussed the war and its politics loudly, and we sometimes would ask you, our hearts deep with sorrowing,

‘What’s to be inscribed on the side of the Treaty-stone?’ or ‘What, dear, was said in the Assembly today?’

‘Mind your own business,’ he’d answer me growlingly ‘hold your tongue, woman, or else go away.’

– The Thespian (Lysistrata)

“I knew we would end in Fire, but I always thought our Positions would be reversed. I should have died happier, knowing there was one less Assassin in the World. What a Pity, we could never fight together on the Correct Side of things.” – Hilary Flint (The Navigator)