As if they were speaking of the weather. What do you think of the rain? Locus falls quiet for a time. Again, he's not one to waste words, and he's mistrustful by nature. Even more so now.

In the end, he tells her what he would tell anyone, without flinching or coaching the words in something more forgiving or idealistic.

"There are no heroes in war. And that is what this is. War. Even for something as simple as survival. If it eases their conscience to call it what they do, that's their concern."