Growing up in Brussels in the early 2000s, I was always told that Europe meant peace. The European Union, lodged in its towering glass buildings, was a symbol of cooperation, dialogue, and human rights. A place where conflicts were resolved through discussions, not warfare. As I grew up, I developed a healthy dose of skepticism towards the Union, the kind that harbors accountability. The kind whose heart beats to the sound of ideals but whose eyes cry at the sight of actions.