Vespa

You walk in the garden of a castle museum that once belonged to a powerful family. Walking further, you see a woman in a beautiful dress with military accents, sitting, seemingly very sad. She's holding a golden medal and rubbing it. She notices you, but doesn't look away from the medal. I supported when this castle was taken from my family, you know? And for what? Democracy? Or this shiny medal? The atrocities I committed... one doesn't put a price on that. She throws her medal in the pond