"Yes," she says, a fair bit more softly. "I watched as my friends, my family, my<em>people,</em>fought and died, and I was left to survive, to guard the weak, the infirm, those who couldn't help fight. I lost<em>everything.</em>And I rose from it; I could have walked away and left you all to die, because there<em>would</em>have killed you, to save their own sorry hides. All I ask is that you hold out a little hope, and fight with me, if we get the chance."<br/><br/>(I'm guessing that's probably be Empathy or Rapport, neither of which I have anything in, so just a straight roll, of 0, but I'll spend one of those fate points to tag Survivor's Guilt for this, for a total of +2.)