"You don't think I don't know about people dying," she asked calmly, her gaze even as she spoke. "Everything has a cost. You make it through this and on to the next thing, that's what. You act as like there is a choice, some things are clearly beyond control." She didn't want a war either. She didn't want her father to go to prison but she wasn't bitching about it. Not out loud anyway. "People are always dying, dying isn't always the hard part."
She walked up behind him before moving to pass him. "You don't know the first thing about me so don't presume to know my side," she said, looking straight ahead as she walked. "Although judging by your tone it's clear which side you want to be on as I doubt you were talking about being prefects."
Regan was happy to hear the voices ahead. Clearly Macmillan had aggression to get out that was hardly her doing. Her father and his friends but not hers.
"Lets go act like a Prefect and a Head Boy, shall we?"