[Whether he has considered it or not… It seems Kiritsubo certainly has. And she took stock of things she「saw」very quickly… even if now, in this borrowed form with blue eyes, her gaze of natural black so dark it seemed to reflect everything back upon her companions was hidden.]

You wield some sort of polearm, correct… ? Your posture and your musculature tell me so.

[That, and she read the papers after the Oracle rather extensively. Her fingers give a gentle squeeze on his shoulder and bicep, as if thanking them for being so talkative.]

When you thrust your weapon forward… I would want my work to be part of that.

[But before he can think “part of violence?”,]

Part of someone fighting for what the believe in. Even if it is not the same thing I do.