[When he looks at her, his eyes are not quiet set in a glare, but they're steeled, set in a reality she wants to ignore. But closing your eyes isn't how you stay alive.]

What the hell do you want me to say?

It's not going to stop being shitty, this war none of us want to be a part of... We'll keep seeing things we don't want to see, and keep doing things we don't want to do, and maybe we'll never get used to it, we'll never be prepared for it, because that's just how it is. The second you think you're fully prepared, something new will come along to prove you wrong.