[ honestly, she can accept that much. she may not agree with it (who are you to decide who deserves to die or not?) but she can accept it.

the second part-

not entirely.

Sakura's lips purse into a line, suddenly finding herself edging away from the previous upset, irritation taking over. ]

I'm regretting that I gave up on you long enough to think that killing you was the right thing to do. I'm allowed that much. Maybe you can make all of your choices and not regret any of them, but I have never been the shinobi you are.