From what I gather, it's been this way for generations.

[ she had thought like he did, too, when she'd first arrived. but lately, she's been thinking about what horrors she has learned to accept:

the otkazat'sya looking at grisha like monsters for something they cannot control, as opposed to everyone here understanding that there is something awful inside of them.

the king drafting children, herself included, into a war that knew no end. younger and younger every year.

the fold, and how endless it felt. ]

You can get used to a lot of things when your parents tell you it's the way things are, can't you?