"Should it be? Should it be that simple? I mean, I get that it's a commandment. But, out of all the wide range of questionable and outright evil things man can do to his fellow man, God picked ten to make the top commandments against. Would they be the ones He cautions most against if they were either simple or easy?" Tilting his head he looked down at her. "Are you sure you don't feel bad? You're sorry they're dead. You're sorry you broke the commandment. You don't have to be sorry for everything. It's not wrong to protect your family. You can be happy they're alive and still be sad for what needed to be done to keep them that way," he finished with a helpless shrug.
The rest of what she said, he let hang in the air between them for several moments while he processed it. Taking a breath, he shifted to be able to get both arms around her, if a little awkwardly sitting on the couch this way. "I don't know what you expect me to say. You know my feelings. I don't think you're a bad person. I don't think killing to protect your family or even other innocent people is murder. I do think being able to love and feel compassion is essential and makes the difference between someone who kills to protect, when there's no other option, and someone who kills indiscriminately. I believe there is so much more we can give this child and any future siblings than just the tools to stay alive.
"But, none of that means anything if you don't believe it, too. And I can't make you believe it." Sighing, he debated whether or not to ask, but he had to know. He wouldn't make the same mistakes his parents had made with him. Even if the answer hurt, he had to know. "Can you love this child if it's born? Honestly? If you really think losing it is better, can you love it? Or will you always see nothing more but a killer in training?"