"I've seen more war than I care to," she tells him with a frown; she's not envious of him in the least, if that's the sort of world he comes from. It's the only world she's never known, personally: one where bombs rain from the sky and soldiers patrol the streets, both foreign and those who are meant to protect their people, mowing down innocent bystanders in the process no matter their allegiance.

"Do you fight to protect something?"

Or simply because he likes the violence? She's seen both types of soldiers. One was significantly more admirable than the other.