I am well aware, Mr. Edgeworth. ( For but a moment, she gently rests her eyelids; allowing them to close as she readjusts her glasses. ) And I am sure - in that regard - there are times when it's not difficult to discern what acts are just-- self-defence, for instance - from senseless acts of violence.

( And in that regard, that is distinctly not what Integra is referring to. )

What I speak of is modern warfare. The expectation that - as a soldier - you are told to detach yourself, to suppress your feelings for the sake of honour or defending your country.

( The dehumanization of it irked her; it always did. The fact that there had been many instances she had been ordered to take life, or made the call to. How was she able to live with herself for all these years? She slumps back in her chair a bit, listless and solitary. )