He was right, yet she didn't feel like he was. Thousands died in her name, because they believed in her. But it wasn't always her they followed, and each time she heard of a death it tore at her heart.
Some days she didn't consider herself worth fighting for. With a small smile she sipped from her wine, toying with the glass once it was empty. "I also do not want death in my name. I don't want to ask for lives. Freedom is worth everything but that. And I feel guilty, because while they are willing to fight to extend what I give to others, they don't fight for me. And I don't think many learn that until they are in the thick of it all."
She shook her head and rose. She extended her hand to him before smiling and drawing back, "I am sorry for that, for having to die in my name, under a different clause. I really wish things where different. But I can't change anything, I can only go forward." She smiled then, "now, dessert?"