"Lydia. There are many kinds of strength. I have one. Because it is the one that the most brutal parts of the universe respects, does not mean it is the only strength worth having." He spread one hand on the water. "For all my strength, you have seen me stumble here, how many times?" Let's...not actually do the math for that.

"You have another kind of strength. It is not less worthy for being less violent." He's not sure he's getting it right. He'll try again but in a metaphor that will probably only be understandable by him. "Back home, when we are in battle, we rely on our brothers. One will there for us, to provide covering fire, or to come to our aid. It does not make us weak, to rely on our brothers' strength. It is what makes us a unit--that we can rely and can trust that our friends will come to our aid with the weapons they have at hand."

She was one of the few people who wasn't scared of him, which means that she got to see the side of him where he was afraid of himself, and how easily he might hurt things without even trying.