Rhiannon is one of the younger Weylan out there. She was not alive during the last great war. She did not see the Ennead destroy her homeworld. She did not kill the Ennead in response. She didn’t even live through most of the two millennia that followed. She wasn’t born until after the Peloran made Contact with us, in fact. Hers is a small generation, as all Weylan generations are, but they were raised in an autumn of peace. She grew up knowing it would be her job to fight the next great war that came along. And they expected it to come along soon. I envied her that, once I understood. At least she wasn’t surprised by all the shock and violence that heralded The War. And she envied me, once she understood what growing up in a time of peace and innocence could be like. It’s amazing how life works. What we can miss when we meet someone who lived a different life.