[Saori's voice opens with a low, guttural growl. Everyone she lived with was on that list, and Clint and other friends too. Worried doesn't begin to describe her, she's downright afraid. Not for herself, but for everyone around her. War is where people were hurt and killed. And she remembers the last draft all too well.

On the other hand, stress relief. She knew she could use it, and Clint certainly could too.]

Haven't you bothered my family and I enough lately? I will do your fighting, I might even enjoy it. But why take them?