[She's silent for a moment, and looks away as well.]

I loved someone, a long time ago. He went to war while my sister and I fought one another. He couldn't stand up to an entire army on his own. I saw his body, I thought he was dead. I couldn't save him. [A beat.] Someone else did, though. He resented me for leaving him to rot in the service of another. And so he tried to kill me. [She stops abruptly. She didn't want to say that she'd killed him, for real, the last time they'd met. But if he asked, she wouldn't lie.]