"Even men who fear and respect the divine can become corrupt. Sometimes they use those loyalties to justify actions that are not honorable or good. I can not know if a strong sense of religion would solve the ills of the world, but if all people were motivated by honor as you are, there would be more men worth fighting with," Vera said.
The wind was cold on her cheeks, but she did not move to reach for her hood. She felt more comfortable being able to look him in the eye; perhaps he felt the same way. He hadn't truly answered her question, but then she hadn't explained what was behind it very well. Vera wasn't sure that she could explain. But she knew that this was someone she would want at her side, who wouldn't shrink away because of what consequences sat down the road. She admired his honor, enough that she felt less for not having the same certainty. Her eyes moved away from his face for a moment, looking out across the snow.
"The code of my order has always conflicted with the values of my family. I have struggled between the two, but have held to it because...it helps me to be the human being I should be. But I did not kill those men on the road with the strength that comes from my faith in the White Rider's code. I don't think I'm driven in this mission purely by honor. I just wanted to understand...because I have not met someone like you before. Honor, as you speak of it, is the sort of honor that I wish I had."
Vera smiled then, a slight smile that seemed at home in the winter night, and shook her head. Still she couldn't look him in the eye and wondered what that said about her heart.
"I would have your help. I would have you ride with us for as long as you can."