If what you believed in meant the death of everyone you love, it was probably worth it to reevaluate that belief entirely than to compromise it. Tony could only raise an eyebrow at this, finding that the more she spoke of this War that had been so cruel to them where they came from, the more confused it seemed. Between the group of them, they chose strange words and phrases, hinted at shadows, and couldn't pin down where they stood on an issue they couldn't define. It went from seeming minuscule and contained one sentence to overpowering and all-encompassing the next.
Tony would really like to hear an account of this from someone over 18. Preferably himself.
"Your friends don't seem to have the same opinion," he mentioned eventually. But however she wanted to justify them or herself then had to wait.
Tony should have guessed at least one of those cameras wasn't entirely friendly-- they never really were. There was a shattering of glass as one of the restaurant's windows burst, scattering across the carpet and making several patrons shriek with surprise. At least Tony didn't have to pretend to eat any more.