His words let her expression falter just a little and a sad smile replaced the playful one. She shrugged. There was a pain in it. "I led a war against a terrible man. Many of the people who joined my cause are no longer here," she said with a delicate tone. It was a guilt she would carry with her every day.
A short break in her speech but not long enough for John to speak up again. Then she continued, reintroducing the humour back into her voice. It was a way to cope, wasn't it? "The race of who is going to be the other person's death is on and don't you feel too comfortable in first position."