[She stops, hesitating for a moment, the implications of that statement even getting through her thick skull. There's already blood on her hands and the last time she'd gone off and declared war, it had ended in one hell of a disaster. There's a slight shudder at the memory.]

Yeah, yeah. I just... hate that these fuckers go away with everything they did. I don't give a crap how much they say they changed, I don't fuckin' buy it.