“We are in a cage, a prison of our own making. Why can’t you see that?” “It’s what keeps our people safe,” his father would shout back. “Let down our guard, and Ithicana is done. They will tear us apart in their fight to possess the bridge.” “You don’t know that. It could be different, if we tried to make it so.” “The raiders who come every year say otherwise, Delia. This is how we keep Ithicana alive.” And always, she would whisper, “Alive isn’t living. They deserve more.”
