[A shrug, barely any force behind it.] It will end, one way or the other. Either I'll enter my long sleep or I'll lose control and someone will kill me.
[Her eyes harden and flare bright red as she considers the latter. Not in determination, but in defiance.] My kind were meant to die fighting, I think. But, either way.
[And because kissbots have no sense of when someone's engaged in a rather serious discussion...]