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Dawn had wandered over to one of the big bay windows which overlooked the Red Queen's garden. She was in one of her moods again. Uncaring and unfeeling. She was thinking again, working mentally on one of the projects the queen had given her.

"Oh. Azalea." Dawn's tone was one of indifference, and she didn't turn to look at her friend as she spoke. "The rose gardens are very pretty," she added in an almost robotic tone.

"Red…" Dawn mused. "Red, like blood." Her depression was making its appearance, as usual. It had been too much for her to even think that she'd just remain unfeeling. Dammit, Dawn thought. Damn my life.

"I don't really think I have a choice," Dawn replied moodily. "Red, like blood," she repeated. "That's all it'll ever mean to me. It was red, like his blood."
Dawn stood stiffly as Azalea hugged her. She didn't want pity. She had enough pity for herself and she hated herself for it.

"You think I don't?" Dawn asked quietly.
A small pang of anger flashed across Dawn's face, her furious expression lasting only a second. "Roxanne sent him into battle," she whispered. "But… But the rebels killed him." Confused yet again over who should take the blame of her brother's death, Dawn pressed a hand to her forehead and refused to meet Azalea's eyes.

"She was the one who pushed him," Dawn mumbled. "She told him it was for a good cause, that it was for me. And you told him the same thing. And so did I." Dawn hugged herself, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I'm a fool," she said under her breath.

"And now he's dead," Dawn said furiously. "I could've engineered something to keep him safe but I was too busy making my stupid drawings." She wiped her eyes with her free hand and glared at the rose garden outside the window.
"But I could have helped," Dawn told her angrily. "I didn't." Tears slipped out of her eyes and slid down her cheeks.
Dawn turned away, furiously wiping tears from her eyes. She hated herself for being so weak.

"I did something wrong. I could have protected him. I didn't," Dawn muttered, staring at the floor.
"I could have helped him. It is my fault," Dawn argued, hugging herself.
"No." Dawn's voice was shaky. "No."

"But- but-" Defeated, Dawn hung her head. "I'm stupid, aren't I, for thinking things like… like… it was my fault..." She burst into tears.
Dawn didn't reply, just hung her head, occasionally wiping tears from her eyes. "God, I'm just sad." She paused. "Sad is what I am."

"I'm the saddest," Dawn argued. "Everyone else smiles. I don't." Dawn sighed, leaning her head against Azalea's shoulder and trying to keep from crying again. "Thanks for being there."

"I wish I could have been more help back then," Dawn murmured. "How's your sister? I haven't seen her in a while. She wanted me to design something… I think it was some sort of escape system for the royal family."
"If we're attacked," Dawn said simply. "I won't let you and your family go the same way my brother did. I promise."
"That's where I come in. I'm thinking of some route… Some place safe, a place to hide," Dawn replied.
"I was thinking some sort of robot? Maybe it could compact itself into a a smaller shape or something like that?" Dawn shrugged.

"How? I mean, achieving antigravity would be… well, near impossible." Dawn pressed her head against the wall, rubbing her temples.
"Yes, but it'd take too long. Fueling, warming up, having to go down a runway… It'd be useless in an attack," Dawn replied.
"What if the rebels find out about them? Blow them up? There'd be no escaped," Dawn said.

"Will you be able to handle a weapon? You're a princess, not a soldier," Dawn told her.