[When Kurt takes her hand, she looks at him in surprise. She's not used to people taking her hands. They're like weapons. Especially now, with all the blood she's seen because of what her witchy twichy fingers can do. It makes her think of Kurt as both brave, and compassionate. And she is far to tired to completely understand that confusing brew of emotions.]

... It isn't your fault either. And yes-- I should! [Why doesn't he understand that?] Fighting-- war-- This is what I've always been... been trained for. It's what my life's been leading up to. ... I've always known that. Always.

[She pauses having a moment, as they say, of clarity.]

... and I hate it.