[ She can see the emotions flicker past his face. It would be a stretch to say she empathizes; at some point, her resolve to protect those around her naturally translated to doing whatever it takes. She doesn't feel remorse for the bodies she has stuck down — that would leave her with a guilt that she would never be able to live with. But ... she gets it. Being hardened against the circumstances doesn't mean one can't wish for a kinder time, regardless. Where she can focus on protecting those around her, instead of fighting those who wished to harm them.

It leaves her quiet for a time. 'They never taught me how to fight like a normal person because I don't need to', with the apology that's left unsaid. Gently, as encouragingly as she can make it— ]

... Is it something you'd like to learn? Ah — perhaps not to fight others, but for self-defense. I've found at least knowing the basics goes a long way in the heat of the moment. [ Just so he gets the choice between blocking a punch and turning someone into nothing. ]