It - (She fights to find the right words for something that genuinely turns her stomach.) I've seen men die - run through by swords. There are so few that I have ever wanted to kill.

I don't know how to - convince myself - that I should attack; that I should seek to harm.

(His hand is taken and she will rise to her feet, looking none the worse for wear. A bruised backside is hardly something to complain about considering the current topic of conversation.)