[He says it so matter-of-factly that Konoha doesn't quite feel like they're even talking about such a serious topic, her brow still furrowed slightly as she looks for... everything but his facial expression in attempt to read where she should and should not tread.]

Well... I don't want to slander someone I don't know by calling them a liar or anything, but...

[But her gaze falls to the cup of half-eaten mousse. Parents were supposed to love their children, and protect them... To hold them, just like the babe in her part of the Firialia vision, and keep them safe. Raise them right... not into assassins who thought they might be monsters. Mind made up, she finally points to the cup as evidence.]

But this said you want to protect people... and "monsters" don't do stuff like that, so... You're probably just really strong!