Gibbs nodded. He knew it had been for Tony. It had been for Heather. It had been for Abby... And it had been for him. He smiled briefly as his attention turned back to Katie. Tracing the bottom of her foot with his finger.
"It's harder to deal with, giving them. But if you didn't there would be more of your friends, more of your men, dead. You don't do what you have to, because you want too, you do it because if you don't... People can die." He knew that first off. If he didn't boss Tony, McGee, Kate, and Ziva... There wouldn't be the few lives they saved. There would be more dead. "Even after the war, we often had to take a life to save a life. It's rough living that way. But who would you rather see live? A little girl, like her? Or some dirtbag that's out to hurt her?"