"I did." He can't imagine that being a hot-blooded killing - poisons take time to acquire in his experience - but he doesn't really want to push for details. Even still...

He shakes his head, thinking of the others in his training group. "If I held that view all of the time, I would have been cast out long before I left. We all knew going into training that not everyone makes it out. If we were in the middle of a mission, perhaps it would be different."

His eyes slip closed for a brief moment as he remembers their faces. Some died quickly, others slowly. Some were preventable, others... were not. When he opens his eyes again it's with a significant amount of sadness in his gaze. "But I can sympathize with losing family - even if some of them weren't by blood. I don't know that I'd be able to kill any of them myself unless..." Unless they were tempered, before they found the way to reverse it. Unless they were sin eaters. His shoulders fall. "I suppose even being inside of your head for a moment I can't understand just how angry you were."

Was their bond like him and Mykha? He's not sure - they're one of the only people he can see getting that angry about someone hurting. He doesn't even want to imagine what could kill them.