She didn't want to stop and count the number of years that had passed in such a fashion. Too many. Perhaps if all went well, this would be the last year that anyone dared to celebrate the destruction of what their world used to be. She hoped that the Resistance and their allies might actually be successful in overthrowing the Dark Lord. Even if it meant that she faced the end of her life, she wanted the world to change. Maybe the Resistance would let her son live and he could grow up in a world that was better than what his parents had been able to give him.