[Of all the places Maketh imagined herself being this morning, Hope's temple was not among them. And yet here she stands, rifle at her back and uniform perfectly straight. She stands at attention, waiting.]
We ought to talk. I don't intend to kill you today. I doubt I could, with this weapon.
[Action]
We ought to talk. I don't intend to kill you today. I doubt I could, with this weapon.
[She might try in the future. But not today.]