It's not true. [Claude responds, without waiting for her to struggle to pull together an answer.] Do you think I'm somehow better than you are? Armies have lived and died on my word. Thousands of lives were lost.

[And while he always hated needless killing and preferred peace, that was something he'd never be able to run away from. He had waged war, and he would never allow himself to forget that. "Sorry, but I must," didn't save a man who a second later would have an arrow through his chest, for the sole reason that he fought under the banner of Emperor Edelgard. It didn't bring back those of Leicester or Almyra who had fallen on his incursion into Adrestia, or the former schoolmates who he had once laughed alongside turned to enemies, and who were now corpses filling his path.]

You still deserve happiness, and the freedom to pursue it, just like anyone else. No, even moreso, to make up for what you've never had.