[ The warmth of Quetzalcoatl’s presence surrounds Gray just a little bit more snugly. It’s lite a soft hug or a blanket put around her shoulders as comfort. ]

It’s a hard thing. If I had my way, it’s not something that anyone would have to learn.

[ Even if her beloved people were more prone to killing others than some other societies, she still wished that they never felt the need to. Quetzalcoatl always wished for a perfect world where that sort of thing just didn’t exist, but… Especially here, that doesn’t seem possible. Still. She’ll encourage Gray warmly, even so. ]

…But sometimes you have to do hard things for what’s necessary. It doesn’t make it easier, and it can weigh pretty heavily, yes. But if there’s something you believe in and kindness and empathy for the people on the other side, then it won’t consume you.