He gave her a long look before he rose to his feet. "That wasn't war L.L. That was just a fight. A bad one granted that dealt a heavy blow to SHIELD but not a war." He moved to one of the windows of the living room and stared out of it, echoes of battles from long ago ringing in his ears. "You don't know what war is really like L.L. To watch the people who you grew up around lying in the mud with their guts spilling out of what use to be their torso. To zero in on a man trying to sneak up on your unit only to watch their brains spill out from a bullet you sent through their skull."
He rested his left hand on the wall. "I know how long I could have gone on torturing Olivia before she finally would have died from it. My record is three weeks of keeping someone alive to extract information from them by any means necessary."
He turned to her, his face a mask. "I'm not giving myself much credit. But I know what some people will do in order to capture me. And I can't help but keep seeing your face in my dreams dead and enduring every kind of torture that's ever been conceived."