[ Her brow knits a little. She gets what he's saying, but trying to pull apart what was her, what was the Project... it's messy, all intertwined. Would she, before everything that happened? Put in a request that relied on her squadmate dying, on the hope or assumption that they would because then she'd finally get what she wanted herself? ]

I... I don't—

[ She squeezes his wrists, just a little. ]

I don't think I would? Before.