Now there was a bit of guilt, even if Lydia was still also feeling mostly justified in her actions. Or at least her need to get out and do stuff. "Sort of. I..." A sigh, and her fists balled at her sides. "I can't stay there. I can't sit still. Too many things are wrong. More people are crystal, and things are ruined and I just...I knew war was bad, and I knew it hadn't gone well..."

It all came out in a tumble. Anxious, angry, frustrated, and worried and scared too.