Diana rolled her shoulder. She didn't blame him. Two world wars, genocides and a century of watching the world suffer had taught her much of what people were capable of. But still.
She finished her drink, and slipped off of her stool. "For every god of war, there is a god of love. One cannot exist without the other. My people are warriors, but we have a saying. Don't kill if you can wound, don't wound if you can subdue, don't subdue if you can pacify, and don't raise your hand at all until you've first extended it."