[He opens his mouth to say something bitter about the fact that, well, she's not sure whether or not she'd have denied him the chance to help people - but no; bitterness is for another time and another place.]

You know that fighting is repugnant to me, don't you? Completely repugnant. In committing violence, I'm violating the central tenant of what I've been raised to believe - that it's possible to protect those who are important to you through words, through truth, through righteousness of speech and deed rather than through the intimidation of violence. You needn't become defensive; this isn't a critique of your mode of thought. But when I gave up that argument, that was ultimately a compromise not just of what I believe, but who I am.