He watches her, processing what she's saying but also looking at her face, how she masks every emotion. Max is poor at reading those anyway, unless they're strikingly obvious, but even he can be impressed at how well she holds it together.

"It will be something though. Something that isn't endless fighting and destruction. I assume that's the hope anyway? Or are you desiring something different?"

Maybe she enjoys the fighting, some people did. In his world he can't imagine Reinhardt retiring and tending to a garden in his spare time. He lived for battle, he was nothing without it.

"We were, but we do not have to."