At the coffee table, she refilled her glass with more ice water and with slow, barefoot steps walked to the left side of the bed and set her glass down on the nightstand before slowly slipping under the covers and lying on her back. Her loosely spread long hair the color of raven wings looked as if a rift had suddenly opened up around her head into utter nothingness. She propped her head up with her right hand and turned her gaze to her companion, the youthful gleam in her eyes reminiscent of two stars in the sky in the now darkened apartment.
"Tumultuous revolutions always bury their own children, Mister Doe, two hundred and fifty million people will drown this world in blood, guilty and innocent, of your people and of your enemies. You will give them a new future, but at the cost of more wrongs and scars on their souls."
She rolled onto her other side so she could see out the window and propped her head up with her left hand to make it more comfortable to look out the window at the night city below their apartment windows.
"I am not telling you to do nothing - it does not concern me after all - yet hatred will only bring the broad masses together for a limited time. After a certain time, old conflicts will resurface and new, fresher and more acute tensions will arise during the revolution."
"Democracy needs time to settle in the people, to make them accept it as their own and realize the weight of responsibility on their own shoulders. Such is the history of the human species, the psychology of the masses. Have you thought about that?"
The tone of her voice was softer than usual and she spoke quietly, almost dreamily.
