"Of course." Ariadne straightened up her spine a little bit, a ghost of pride crossing her doll-like face. "My aunt Lysia is one of the leaders of the resistance." Which, of course, meant that Ariadne was a part of it as well.

It was an enormous source of pride for her.

"Only..." The pride dissolved. "It's been a difficult battle. There is the chance for a perfect possible future in which everything will be all right, though. And the odds of creating that future are only eighty million nine thousand four hundred and twenty eight to one. More or less."