[Mipha nods, expression something like a quiet disappointment. She knows the peace won't last, but that doesn't make it easier to deal with.]

It's sad to think that soon the things they took as acts of good will might be twisted to fit a narrative they want to capitalize on-- Both sides.

I fear I will never understand the desire for war when peace could be obtained so easily. We are managing it now--I don't see why it should end once we separate. [She sighs softly an shakes her head.] But, it will end. I believe the phrase goes something about hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst?