"T-talk more sh-shit you fucking pacifist!" Vika stands, suddenly, wrenching her arm back, trying to free her hand. "Y-you weren't there! S-someone was going to s-suffer, s-someone had to run up f-front, t-take the sh-shots, n-navigate through the d-death traps, f-face down the hordes first, you weren't there, n-nothing but f-fire and ice and death everywhere and wh-what's the p-point of m-me if I let the ones who g-got to be HAPPY D-DIE FOR ME? HUH?"