She silently raised her gaze to follow where he was pointing. It was--her mind reeled at the idea of how many people had been killed in that. Ino swallowed.

"The Turks don't hate you for it," Ino said, eventually. "My village doesn't think bad of me for what I do under orders. Maybe that's all that should matter."

Biting her lip, Ino reached to try and gently push his arm down. "But it doesn't mean that what other people do and say 'bout it doesn't hurt. I'm--scared. I don't want them to recoil, or worse. Some of them are my friends. And... I don't think you tell everyone 'bout that either." Another shivery breath. "What should matter and what does--I don't know if it's me being weak from being in Fandom so long or not. I'm not, it wasn't, you know... easy. But I'm not... I don't think I'm as bad off as Fandom people would be. Fandom's very... gentle."

You could be gentle and cruel all at the same time.