action.

[It's a nice thing to say but Ginny finds it hard to believe him or even agree. There's nothing beautiful about war, even with something like the Patronus, and she thinks of the fantastic display of magic when spells rained down on the barriers of the school, the flash of lights, the vicious grace that comes with a duel of wands. She has a feeling Chakotay wouldn't say such a thing so lightly and perhaps from someone else, Ginny might dismiss it as callous or ignorant, but she doubts that is the case here.

She settles for a shrug in response, suddenly a bit more subdued. It's been a year since the City pulled her back from the end of her world's war but it still feels as fresh as yesterday.]

That sounds about right. The form sort of... represents you, somehow. [She smiles briefly.] You want to guess? Go ahead.