"We can fight."
She had been traveling with Eliana for months, had seen much of the world, the scary wasteland, and had often repeated she did not want to fight, at first surely being dead-weight to her poor friend who had to do it on her own, and then trying to stay out of the way. And she had meant it - Terra couldn't take needless destruction and pain and all that blood anymore,
But she had been travelling with Eliana for months, and had seen how necessary it was, to bring down evil people and protect the innocents.
"We will fight," Terra repeated louder, to the Wastelanders who were asking for help. "This is your home, and you are brave for wanting to fight to defend it, but you should stay and enjoy it. There aren't many good, happy, safe places left, and here you have raised your families, you are living in peace... so stay. And let us take care of the mutants. You deserve to enjoy everything you have built. We'll protect you."
She spoke with more confidence and positivity than expected, and the people's relief was obvious. She knew what it felt like, she was inspired by her friend Eliana all the time.
But her other dear friend, Chet, was there now.
"Don't worry, I didn't really mean we," she assured him, offering one of the wide smiles that were happening more and more often now. "I just didn't want to exclude you, but I know I can take care of the mutants myself. Who knows, maybe I can even talk them out of attacking! But if I can't, then I'll do what I must. I just need you to help me get supplies."