[She softens a bit at that, and realizes that she's just been hitting the empty cutting board with her knife for a long time. With a blush, she scrapes the cubed tofu into her miso broth, then turns to face him completely.]

I don't know what to believe anymore. But... I think once you know what you have to do, that's not as important. The people I care about here, the grey people who need to be able to live properly again, the people I left behind back home... they're what I believe in.