Kate blinked almost dumbly, but then smiled nervously and said as she rubbed the back of her head, "Come on, Tink, have more faith in us than that." She sighed, looking down at the ground. She understood what Tink was getting at, but she couldn't stomach even the notion of abandoning the Brotherhood. Salem was her friend and comrade and Desmond someone who she looked up to. She believed them to be capable of their work, otherwise they would have never been promoted to begin with. And back home, there was her family. Her mother, father, her older sister, Emilia. There were her other friends, too, her fellow scribes and the knights who had safeguarded her on numerous missions throughout her career. She wanted to go back home to them. She wanted them to be proud of her and impressed by her work.
	The Brotherhood wasn't just a cause or an organization to her, but a family, her home. Yes, she didn't always agree with the assignments that she'd been given; this one, for example, hadn't been assigned to her without ample complaint and protest. But she didn't expect to agree with everything, and in the end, she knew less than her superiors. She had to trust them to know what they were doing, to make plans that would serve towards the best outcome for the entire group. She even understood that this recon mission, though risky to the five who had been given it, was necessary. It was better to send a squad, rather than an army, to uncharted territory to see what their prospects were. Even if they died here, that'd be a decent warning to their comrades back home--to either not come here at all or to be more careful when they do.
	Slowly shaking her head, Kate said, "I understand how you feel, Tink; you've never been like me on this, after all. But you also know how I feel on the subject. I'm not leaving. Not now. Not ever. And no matter what happens."