[When she was younger, Diana hated working with her tutors. She'd been so consumed with wanting to be a warrior like her sisters that her studies had been the last thing she'd cared about. But once she'd started her training, rounding out the rest of her education had suited her just fine. And after leaving the island, she'd had plenty to learn; mankind had advanced so far from what her people knew of them, and it had taken her decades to catch up on their history, art, and technology.

Luckily, this is an era she's intimately acquainted with, so there's no real need for her to catch up. But she knows that isn't the case for everyone. She tilts her head towards the man who has walked up beside her, and listens to him recite the Latin before them. She appreciates that he knows the language, as so few do in her time. She shrugs.]

Scholars write to be remembered, not to be examples. That doesn't mean the rest of us can't take these things to heart.