For some reason, although she had hoped their answer would comfort her and strengthen her desire to be more like him, she actually finds herself drawing an aversion. The idea of not regretting a single thing, of not hesitating at all when, say, being ordered to kill someone, rubs her off the wrong way. Although her manager leads them, tells them what to do in the throes of battle, they still have some free will of their own... It's as if the dead man walking has no humanity at all, which then begs the question of whether he is even man at all, or rather some other thing. But it's rude to think that, she knows, so she does not voice or even give a slight indication of these thoughts. He was once alive, so he must be man.
But... they have told her that even alive, he was like this. He had no moral compass, no thoughts of not pulling the trigger or swinging the axe to spill someone's blood on the floor. What exactly makes someone human varies from person to person, but to Yuri, being human means being able to have a semblance for compassion, being able to value both your life and others'. Although she doesn't necessarily fit the first part of the second criteria, she certainly does the second, so she would at least deem herself mostly human. But they have none of that. She can try justify it with thoughts of circumstance and "the way the City works" and survival, but at the end of the day, it's still a disturbing way of living, where everything is a potential target. And unless they're hiding some secret curse that they're under, where they just have to say yes to everything given for a thousand years, they're doing this of their own volition. It may be engrained in their flesh and bones, but they started doing this - living like this - by themselves.
Could she really be like that? Her, so full of kindness, of selfish selflessness, could she really have someone go up to her and tell her to kill another without even feeling slightly hesitant? If someone like Argalia told her to slice Heathcliff's neck off, even if he could come back, could she do it? She recalls the time she had to choke him out to save him, and she remembers that she was so apologetic, that she was shaking all over as she watched his breathing pick up and his face turn red. That was a horrible time for her, and to do it almost mindlessly...
She goes quiet for a little too long, a telling sign of her thoughts and her growing discomfort, and the only movement after beats of silence is her moving backwards. "Oh," is all she can say, because there isn't a single thing to agree with or disagree with politely. Perhaps his first compliments of her, but they have been completely overshadowed. "That sounds... like an interesting life."
It's such a meaningless response that sounds like it disregards everything he has told her, but that was more or less her goal. Perfect neutrality, though her enunciation on that adjective certainly gives away at least a slither of her true feelings on the subject. Again, silence, where she has half a mind to reassure him that she will not be leaving just because he killed the mood, before her PDA goes off and she takes it out. He can't see the screen, but based on her expression, the notification received doesn't seem to be positive.
She sighs, turning off the device. "It's not because of you, I promise, but I have to go. What poor timing, right? There's an emergency, because of course there is, and I have to deal with it..." Her shoulders slump. As awkward as it may be between her and them now, she was genuinely finding the conversation enlightening, and she's sure she could have found at least another thing to say to keep it going.
"I'm sorry to cut it short. I didn't mean to, I'll- try to find another time for us to meet!" She stands up, the chair making a quiet scraping noise against the ground, and gives him a friendly smile to indicate that she really means what she's saying. "You were really fun to talk to. Uhm, if you ever need anything, you can just tell me and I'll try help! To get back to your place, you can use the same method as how you came in. But you might have to go somewhere else to use their bathroom... or some other mirror, you know. Any mirror works!"
Reaching into the pocket of her coat (that now, upon closer inspection, does not really look like hers), she dumps a large amount of ahn onto the table. "Hopefully that's enough," she mutters to herself, only giving it a passing glance before she goes back to him. "Tell me when you get back! It was really nice meeting you, &. I hope we'll talk more."
After her final goodbye, she walks to the exit, only looking at them again through the window.
What a lot to think about.