No. [ He hums thoughtfully. Demons hurt people. People hurt people. Yes. ] Sometimes it's an accident: a misplaced word, a forced hand. I don't like the ones who chose to hurt. That means I have to hurt them back.

[ Which is... hard. It helps him to reconcile himself knowing he hurts those who chose the hurt in the first place. But killing is not easy to him.

Although the last thing gives him pause. He's confused for a moment. ]

I don't know if I can grow. I'm not a plant. I can't grow a beard. Blackwall says I'll grow one when I'm older. But I can't.