He could reframe what he'd done as well, hope for those he might save, but he knows what was at the root of his actions. Maybe she's right, or maybe she's in denial. He can't say; he doesn't know her well enough.

"All right." There's really nothing else to say to any of that. Instead, he returns to seeing what he can do for his blade and staff. Replacing it will take time so it needs to last a bit longer.

It'll be nice enough to work on his weapon in civil company. He doesn't need agreement here.