[His hands on her shoulders are comforting, but his words, encouraging as they're meant to be, make her lower her head. What dream could live up to the one she dreamed as a child, the one of freedom for her people?

When he expresses his certainty that she did her best, she shakes her head. Her efforts were for naught - that's what makes it so crushing, the knowledge that nothing changed during her reign and nothing will change now, after her death, because one of her siblings is sure to have succeeded her and fallen to their ancestor's vow just as she did. (Of course, that delusion is still easier to stomach than the now-forgotten truth.)]

I can't build a new dream so easily, not on the ruins of the last one. It was a big dream, you know? A dream for a whole nation. So for now, just let me support you.

[Soft as her voice is, she realises that her rejection of his encouragement must be dismaying. Alas, right now, she can't offer him more.]