"Agreed. I had thought that when the war was done, we might have a chance to live in peace and adapt to what the world had become." His smile was wry. "Adaptation, oui. Peace, however, has not been an option." The sleeve fell back to cover the Mark again as they walked.
"Those that are loudest tend to be heard, and the Dark Lord and his followers were very loud indeed," he said quietly. "It is all that is remembered."