I can't imagine that anything you do— [ hang on, the stars in her eyes are too audible. hold back. ]

That whatever you do, you'll do any less than your best, or that your best could be insufficient. You'll find your purpose when this is over.

[ it's her turn to hesitate, chewing a little on her bottom lip over whether she should just leave it there. ]

I hope that you can find that purpose away from a fight, though. I think you deserve to see what kind of person you are without a sword in your hand. I hope that's alright to say.