I don't know, I don't know... I want the fighting to be done. I'm ...

[What. What were you going to say. So tired? Mutant Soldiers don't GET tired.]

... I want it to be done. I want the fighting to be done. Then I can stop. [She looks up at him, eyes searching his face for something. Allowance, forgiveness, understanding? He is like a beacon to her, right now, though. A familiar face, a good person in a sea of awfulness.]