[Killed a lot of people..... no, that seems fine. He's in a uniform and carrying a sword, that's fine. D blinks, surprised at least by how frank that admission is, but if he's at all uncomfortable about it, it doesn't show.

(He is not particularly uncomfortable about it.)]

You sound unwell. [The whole obviously-sick thing is... well, obvious. Hmm.] Shall we perhaps discuss my lovely friend's innocence somewhere more comfortable? You can explain to me the necessity of murdering our... fellow man.