"Even if it wasn't glory, they took everything from us," Sina replies, her voice going a little lower, more serious. "Everything except what we've managed to remember." She sits up and wipes her face with the back of her hand, leaving a smear of dirt along her brow. "...we need our pride. And our search for glory. Otherwise, we have nothing."
She blinks a few times, then looks at Pel, a bit confusedly, as if she just landed on something she didn't expect to say. "Then we're just the remnants of a race that was meant to die out. ...I refuse to believe that."

Her face softens when Pel mentions her book. "That's so exciting," she says, breathily, and grinning as she fits roots into a hole she's dug. "I can't wait to read it, all put together."