[She meets him blow for blow, her defense solid as ever, but she struggles to find an opening to swing back at him. The whole dispute over war versus winning trust must have taken a toll on him. Just watching it... no wonder it set the switch in his brain back to destruction and distrust.

He really is fighting on raw emotion and instinct, she notes as she seeks an opportunity to make a few attacks of her own; words are lost on him right now. But even so... she has to try.]

Do you really think I'd sit back on my laurels and let that happen!? I already talked one person down from it; if any others start clamoring for blood, I'll be happy to give them some of my own. If they can take it from me.