There is this pure acidic hate in his eyes as she starts talking. How can she speak so calmly about children paying any price at all? Much less the price of dying. Dying for forty years straight. The mere idea of it makes him nauseous, and he's still furious when she finishes.

"How can that possibly be true!" he barks. He's still furious, but the fury is pulled off her very slightly. He doesn't know what happened back then, but the fact this was ever an answer that was on the table is so utterly disgusting to him.