“So...we find him. And we bring him here.”

This makes sense to her; she remembers being in the rain, wearing a borrowed coat, being told to choose the one she hated most. When she's frightened, when she's uncertain, when she doesn't know where to find steadiness-- she remembers how his blood was so warm it felt like it'd burn her cold fingers, that he didn't make any sound, and how it had been almost like her own heart started beating again when his stopped.

She understands retribution, even if she doesn't always understand justice or closure.