Perhaps you misunderstand my meaning. Or I misunderstand yours. [ katsa sighs. she doesn't know aragorn or arwen, and she wonders if it's even worth asking. ] I certainly don't understand the rest of that. You're determined to speak in riddles, and mislead me, and one day you'll say something that makes full sense and I'll be so unused to it I'll think that's even more confusing than the rest of it.

[ she doesn't say aloud that maybe her own intelligence is the problem, but it's there. katsa tries to change the topic, a thought occurring to her that she expresses in a way that's probably... not very tactful. ]

You're no stranger to violence.