Like Sam, Keisha doesn't give Thomas any hostility for his thoughts on the matter. As much as she is morally opposed to what he's suggesting, he's being reasonable. And while there are those who would consider Keisha naive for her ways, she really isn't. She understands how complicated her dedication to preserving life is in the middle of a war, even in the best of situations. And this isn't the best of situations.
"She's not the source of the problem," she says, turning her head to look at the shell of a woman behind the glass. "Even if she was born and raised within their Hell...even if she grew up in ours and chose to cross the line. At the very least, the odds that she just decided 'I'm going to help destroy everything' are pretty damned low." She shakes her head and looks at Sam, smiling a little bit. It's a supportive expression and it rises up through the anger she's feeling at the thought that there are those out there who want to rend the detained kinfolk to pieces.
"We have to try. And we're going to."
She looks back to the group gathered there as a whole, her staff set against the glass next to her so she can cross her arms over her chest. "If we just put an end to her, we take the easy way out. It's more convenient and it's less messy. But we also destroy a part of us if we do. Another piece shaved off from us, bit by bit. We weren't given our blessings and gifts and tools by the Goddess so we could do the easy thing. This time, we have to do the hard thing."
"She's not the source of the problem," she says, turning her head to look at the shell of a woman behind the glass. "Even if she was born and raised within their Hell...even if she grew up in ours and chose to cross the line. At the very least, the odds that she just decided 'I'm going to help destroy everything' are pretty damned low." She shakes her head and looks at Sam, smiling a little bit. It's a supportive expression and it rises up through the anger she's feeling at the thought that there are those out there who want to rend the detained kinfolk to pieces.
"We have to try. And we're going to."
She looks back to the group gathered there as a whole, her staff set against the glass next to her so she can cross her arms over her chest. "If we just put an end to her, we take the easy way out. It's more convenient and it's less messy. But we also destroy a part of us if we do. Another piece shaved off from us, bit by bit. We weren't given our blessings and gifts and tools by the Goddess so we could do the easy thing. This time, we have to do the hard thing."
"The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."