Temari shrugs one shoulder and holds her hands out in a sort of "hell if I actually know" gesture. "They claim a lot." She'll be one of the first to admit that there's a lot going on behind the scenes that they don't know about and she tends to take every declaration with a few grains of salt.

She hums under her breath at his second question. "As far as the actual battles go, it's not so different. You go, you fight." Her expression hardens. "We aren't given much of a choice, though. They tell us who's going, send us there, and, if we give a damn about surviving, we'll fight the soldiers attacking us." She sighs; Temari doesn't have it in her to back down from a fight, but she hates feeling as if she's forced into it. "For the most part, we fight for them because we'll be killed if we don't."