She sees his hesitation, can practically see the thoughts going through his mind. Since they met, Altaïr has struck her as a man of certainty, and to see him second-guess himself so pierces her heart. She is much the same way--at least, she used to be. But leaving Themyscira literally opened a new world to her, and it was hard not to feel at least some doubt about the things she thought she knew.
Diana is a little surprised that his words mirror thoughts she'd had herself when the group of Summoned had disappeared. What kind of hero, of protector, was she to have let such a thing happen? It was the same feeling she'd had when she had first heard of The Great War; how could she, how could her people, have not known? If they had left the island sooner, ventured out on their own instead of waiting for a call that only came by chance--
She pushes the thoughts away, knowing the sort of spiral they will lead to. The War had taught her that much.
Each word he speaks makes her chest ache, and Diana rises from where she sits on her bed to move towards him, no longer able to idle while he starts to fall into the unbreakable coil of thinking she knows well. She lifts one arm, hand moving to settle on his shoulder.
"I have had this argument with myself half a dozen times over," she admits. "I kept thinking that I should have been prepared, that I should have been able to find them on my own. But there is no way any of us could have foreseen this." She says it with conviction, though recently found. "No matter how you have treated your time here, I know you have made a difference in the lives of the people in these cities. And however you choose to move forward, I know you still will."
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Diana is a little surprised that his words mirror thoughts she'd had herself when the group of Summoned had disappeared. What kind of hero, of protector, was she to have let such a thing happen? It was the same feeling she'd had when she had first heard of The Great War; how could she, how could her people, have not known? If they had left the island sooner, ventured out on their own instead of waiting for a call that only came by chance--
She pushes the thoughts away, knowing the sort of spiral they will lead to. The War had taught her that much.
Each word he speaks makes her chest ache, and Diana rises from where she sits on her bed to move towards him, no longer able to idle while he starts to fall into the unbreakable coil of thinking she knows well. She lifts one arm, hand moving to settle on his shoulder.
"I have had this argument with myself half a dozen times over," she admits. "I kept thinking that I should have been prepared, that I should have been able to find them on my own. But there is no way any of us could have foreseen this." She says it with conviction, though recently found. "No matter how you have treated your time here, I know you have made a difference in the lives of the people in these cities. And however you choose to move forward, I know you still will."