[Upper Left Pane] In principle, I have turned into a competent marksman. Yet in practice how would I fare? When the time comes, could I end another human life?
[Lower Left Pane] I am not so sure. My mouth grows dry with fear at the very thought. The warrior spirit of Sekhmet surely resides somewhere within the recesses of my heart, but search as I may, I can not find it.
[Right Pane] As training I offered to put down some of our beasts that had grown deathly ill. It was a merciful act, but it still drew tears from my eyes and twisted my stomach in to knots. I must learn to act in spite of these feelings. My life may depend on it one day.