[The wait on his reaction nearly kills her. She killed someone; whether it was self defence or not, it had still happened. Merida's hand comes up to rub the heel of her hand over her eyes, swallowing down the bile that threatened to bring the pizza back up to visit. Most people would be shocked by what she'd done, maybe even accuse her of murder. Fingers etch into her dress, trying to ignore the feeling of a hand traveling unwarranted over her shoulder.

Hiro's response snaps her out of her wandering thoughts, looking a little glassy eyed when she glanced back at him and for a moment, she's relieved. He doesn't blame her, and his words echo Gilgamesh's in some form or fashion. But she also worries, closing her eyes and leaning back in her chair as she mulled over her thoughts.]

Aren't we killin' some people who deserve to die durin' this war anyway? [Merida's voice is soft, hesitant, and she unravels her thoughts from the last few months. You were brave. Gilgamesh had said that too, as she fell into a dreamless sleep after the fact. Still, she lets out a small sigh, blue eyes going back to looking normal.] Thank you. Thank you, I...I needed to hear that from someone else I think. [Her hand reached up to rub at her eyes again.] I don't plan on killin' anyone else. [Yet.] I didn't do anythin' wrong, an' I don't believe I did. It's just.,. [Here, she sighs.] Hard to deal with.