His hand smooths over his body, holding her against him so she doesn't fall. In case he has to make any quick movements from flying projectiles, he doesn't want to make her scream by accidentally dropping her. He's already had one or two screamers today already.

"War changes people. That I understand," he begins, his eyes scanning for the temple, "You do have a point. Death is a natural thing. All I'm saying is that we come back alive, not dead. Not brainwashed. No longer enthralled."