[Freedom? In a machine's simulation for her? It should be laughable, that she had achieved the thing that her more noble sisters had died without ever being able to grasp, and all at the whim of one of their enemies. But it isn't funny to her.

A family. A name. Peace. These were all things that had belonged to the ones who died for her. But as for her? She was a ghost. A failure. A traitorous deserter. She didn't deserve any of this, even if it was fake.]

This isn't freedom. It's just some screwed-up machine's simulation. And if I'm stuck in it, I can at least be useful. What I want isn't important.