"Edmund...I...don't know. He's not going until after the New Year so I suppose I ought to be alright but...it isn't fair and I'm afraid." She will most certainly allow him to hug her and she hides her face in his neck a long while before speaking. "The president, Wilson, in America is calling it The Great War..."
"Great War? Isn't it just silly to call any war 'great'...," he mutters. He holds her comfortingly. "Should I try to speak with your brother? Can he be talked out of it..?"
"I think he means that it's large. Great on a scale, not as in wonderful..." She explains as best she can, clinging tight. "I don't think it will do any good. I've spoken to him and my father has as well and he seems firm. He wants to help the Entente."
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