Some distant part of Ilde is grateful to Tatiana for running that interference - later, maybe tomorrow, this video will be something good to have. It'll make her laugh, seeing Hasi and her father, hearing her uncle's voice when he tells Emery where that camera will go if he doesn't watch it; it'll be something she can share with people she cares about, this connection to her own history. Her own face, young and less complicated, and the way her father used to pull her under his arm--

She remembers that she thought of him as she was dying. In the last moments, when there was nothing but Ilde and blood and the choices that she'd made, she remembers a hitched breath because there was no time left for sobbing and the thought that she never should have written him that letter if she was only going to die a handful of months later. She remembers thinking I did it, Daddy and her last breath was an inappropriate laugh, choked, because she'd succeeded where he'd failed and all she felt was guilt for giving him hope. In that moment, it never entered her mind that he might not be alive somewhere, her letter in his fist, because he is her father and she needs him to be--

It will be good, having this. Later. She closes it; turns it off.

“Thank you.”