"Not all of us want to," she said with a shrug. She had regrets but not about what she had done. The truth was she had killed people in the war. She had killed someone's brother, someone's son or father. She was still furious about what happened to Fred but somewhere out there someone was just as mad at her. She wouldn't feel guilty but she would accept her punishment. She was branded an ST and maybe she deserved it but she wouldn't change anything, she did what she had to.
"You're getting soft in your old age, mate. Look," she said dramatically, poking his stomach with her finger. "What do you need me to do? I know you didn't ask me over here for my amazing cooking from a can."