We lost everything.
Our pride, our power, our control. They.... those... those... MEN! now have control! Power! They now revel in demolishing our pride!
Centuries can pass, while we gather strength to fight again. Not in my lifetime, not our daughters' lifetimes, not their daughters' lifetimes, but far down the line, when we are but a legend fashioned to scare the men-children in their cribs, to teach them to fear women having power... then we will strike.
Not I, nor my daughters... my line has died.
But my line shall be born anew, from the Great Mother from which it came. The warrior that shall found anew the line, I shall her cousin.
But not now. Not now.
Now we must grieve. Grieve for what was, and the pain of waiting that lies before us.
But we will win.