Tony looked up, as if asking for guidance from someone or something, then slowly nodded at Kate, "...yeah. I've killed people. I've killed things. When it came down to me an' mine or them, I chose me an' mine. I mean... it's a fuckin' war of survival out there, Kate - an' not just for my side, but for the whole damn world...."

He shrugged his shoulders. It was what he did. It was celebrated at moots. He was congratulated for it.

"Sorta? I guess? I mean, it's not as strong, but it's there... somewhere."