[ Glimmer doesn't know quite what to think. She's been in a war. She has no doubt that she's hurt people, even perhaps killed them. It feels different, though, from this deeply personal revenge that Ellie has described. The idea of it makes her feel anxious, taut, uncertain. At the same time the idea of leaving aside Ellie and abandoning her over this--something she clearly regrets, from what Glimmer can tell--doesn't sit well with her. Not when she can so easily see how she would have taken the same path without the others to help her. One hand reaches out, trembling, and snags the hem of Ellie's shirt. A reassurance in spite of everything that she is present. ]

You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.

[ She takes a slow breath and tries to calm her rapidly beating heart. ]

I--I think I know what you mean, when you say it's easy. When you're hurt and angry and sad it's--you don't think. You just want someone else to maybe feel as bad as you do.

[ She's quiet for a long moment. Swallows down a thick, unhappy feeling in her throat. ]

You must have been hurting a lot.