"You deserve to make your choices for yourself. You deserve to choose to sacrifice for the greater good, and you deserve to know what you're signing up for, what you're giving your life for. They can't just-- take children-- like they don't matter, like they're stripping a car for parts." She can feel it building, hot and prickly in her chest, and she can't stop it.

He can't believe that it doesn't matter. Or that it's not worth-- Unless he's not in the dark, unless he doesn't just blindly follow orders. The greater good, duty and honour, sacrificing for what matters, she'd had that shoved down her throat for years by people who had decided that she did not matter, that she wasn't a person. They believed it. Does he?

She takes one more deep breath which does nothing to calm her. "And I said sit down."