[Sighs out slowly, uncertain but glad for his words.]
I hope I can make it so.
My father... I want to believe he would have wanted good things for the people, too. He was kind, and-- he hated violence. [The tone in her voice at that carries with it an unsaid implication. That perhaps it was exactly because he refused to resort to violence that things got the way they did.] Though maybe I'll never know for sure.