Blackout
West Point
Rider muses. She sneaks quick glances at Sia as she splashes in the spring. 
"I'm beginning to wonder if you are aware of it. But I don't want to talk about that. Tell me about you. Where you come from. About your family." Rider lets her towel loosen. "I want to know who Sia is. Who you are."

South Point
Rebel Camp
"No one has called you that in ages." A young girl says stepping from behind a shroud. "She is a lot like your mother."
"She's nothing like my mother. She's more like father if anything. Benevolent. Smotheringly so." Karnariel replies.
"You don't hate her, do you?" The girl replies. 
"Tell me, what was it all for?" Karnariel says rocking Jalen. "Why did we spend the last ten years fighting? Everyone who died. Tell me it wasn't for nothing."
"..." The girls takes Jalen and cradles him. "...I can't say whether or not it was for nothing. But she's not wrong. Without you we'd have lost hope long ago. I'd have never made it out of the castle. We'd never have found ourselves in this place where we can receive that woman's miracles. I think at the very least that amounts to something. I think my sister would be proud."
Karnariel lies down on his bed. "Thank you, Princess."