"You think we can?" she asked. "I ... the Ronso want the Guado dead. They're gonna show up and I'm gonna have to talk them down, but I ... I think they have every right to kill them, if that's what they want."

She hadn't been able to, herself. Too much death. But she couldn't fathom lecturing the Ronso, scolding them for wanting it. Of course they did. She did, too.