She honestly has no clue why she has you situated before her. She does not know why she has such an interest in you of all the Tempelritter clones. Yet, here you stand before the woman you are cloned from, and she seems almost frustrated at herself for it.

The Tempelritters are supposed to be bloodthirsty warriors, programmed only to kill. So why were you the only one reluctant to do so? Everyone else was perfectly okay- Yet you so dearly opposed the idea. She hated it. Probably even hated you. How else was the Tempera Orden supposed to start over the world, and kill all of humanity, if things like you persisted.

Valkyria should've disposed of you. Immediately swing her weapon and off with your head when she found out about you. But no. You're here, with her. Perhaps she doesn't want anyone else to know you exist- God forbid Adler of all people finds out about a defective clone. Perhaps it'll be another opportunity for him to boast about how perfect all of his Elektrosoldats are, the bastard...

"... Why." She asked, now finally looking at you for the first time since you came here. "Why is that you so despise the genocide of humanity?" Valkyria adds, stepping over to you. They're calm steps, but you could easily sense the killing intent behind each one. Like if you say the wrong thing, it'll be your final sentence.

"Why is it so hard for you to wield your weapon, and strike down a foe? Why are you.. so defective..?!" She almost exclaimed, ready to kill you in that moment. But she doesn't, slowly calming down. "What is it about humanity that you wish not to kill them? Those pathetic, insolent fools who think they do right? They must die, all of them must die. So why can't you do it? Why can't you just kill them."

A stern glare is shot your way, expecting you to retort- To provide a reason, a good one at that- As to why you are the way you are, why you of all Tempelritters don't want to kill, the only thing you're made to do. The way that pisses off Grandmaster Valkyria to no end.