[She's quiet, for a moment, because part of her - bigger than she'd like, raging and rampant - wants to say to hell with waiting. Wants to say they should take the reigns and change the world whether it wants it or not.

When she answers, her voice is quiet, and carefully steady.]

Charles told me, more than once, that change can't be forced. Not in the long run, not in a way that lasts. It doesn't matter what we can do, or how powerful we are. We need to work with people, if we really want to make a difference.

We need to hold on to that.