"I can understand your point. But sometimes... well let's say that the wood has already been crafted into something else, but not something you respect. Much like a person, after years of living, has become shaped into someone; perhaps a Crow, such as yourself, or perhaps a pampered noble, or an elderly cynical man... Are all of those things considered equally respectable, or would you mourn one's loss over another? And society itself tells us that some are more important than others. Look at what they do to your kind. There are always poor starving on the streets and the wealthy living in their castles. What makes one more deserving except mere luck of birth. But on the battlefield... everyone is the same. You don't think about whether the man you're killing is a noble or a thief, simply that you wish to kill him so that you might continue living."
She had to smile at them, philosophizing over killing while on watch duty, in the middle of the night. She never would have guessed the Crow to be the sort, and she herself was fairly straightforward about the matter, but something about the way he spoke of it made her want to understand his point of view a little, made her want to try and explain her own. She had always assumed those who dealt in death thought little over it themselves. But it made sense that they might, seeing as they were rarely ever eager to lose their own lives.
"I agree with you on one point. I have fought most of the time merely to defend myself or others with me. I have never been in love and if I did... well I don't think I ever will be.." she let her gaze drift away, her thoughts derailed for a moment, stuck in the past. "As for hate... I don't know. What about revenge? I might be driven to kill someone for revenge. I can't deny the truth of that."