Gin really didn’t like all this talk about killing or whether he had killed before, finding it to be a bit of a sensitive subject for him. He didn’t want to say whether he had or hadn’t nor was he going to admit anything to them, seeing how it was none of their business. To have killed or to think about killing was never going to be something he’d comfortably talk about around people who were essentially still strangers to him; sure, he knew some of their faces but he barely knew them by name or anything else. There was always going to be that personal element to everything regarding life and death. Despite what they thought about his size he was perfectly capable of killing just like any other Half-Oni.

Choosing to ignore the subject for now he did have a look at the old Tengu, still thinking she weirded him out he stared at her curiously, frowning only slightly when she decided to stop them for something. Watching her curiously he stared at the jar she brought out, looking to the others quickly when he saw what was inside it. That was just disgusting, but then again she was already missing an eye so maybe there was something else to it. Not wanting to look at it yet unable to turn away he let out a groan, staring at her before gasping when she suddenly decided to flip open the eyepatch and show what was underneath. That was rather disturbing and immediately prompted him to look away, rubbing his hair messily. Feeling rather distracted by that image he kept himself concentrated on the path instead; however, the sensation of magic distracted him and he immediately turned to look and see what was happening, feeling curious rather than grossed out now.

Staring at the Tengu he gasped when she sprouted a little bit only for the magic to dissipate, leaving Metou looking much younger. Staring at her for a moment he turned red and looked away again, feeling like he was lied to somehow when she first spoke to him. Even though it shouldn’t hurt him that much it still meant he didn’t know where her true form lied, making him feel a little insecure about the company he was keeping. She still mentioned it was a few decades since she killed someone so he was still probably the youngest, but she still looked very young to him despite that fact.

Feeling oddly concerned about that Gin tried to keep his attention away from it again, keeping moving instead of talking. With a moment of silence sitting over the group soon enough Jiang figured it was time to no longer keep his mouth shut and from the sounds of it he was going to speak a lot, probably way too much for him to pay attention to. By the time he got to his second point Gin was already groaning, looking up to the sky in hope that he would calm down and maybe let someone else talk if they were thinking about it previously; however, he just continued speaking. Losing interest pretty quickly he soon sighed and looked away, staring down the road as he scratched at his arms. Gin thought he was perfectly capable of making the right decision and didn’t need a long speech to make him feel insecure, even if he was the youngest one there and probably the least experienced.

What a pretty terrible subject go on for the day starting, one he wasn’t willing to keep following. Feeling rather uncomfortable he kept his eyes on the road but quickly turned his attention to their guide, frowning at his words. He didn’t know what all that meant but from the sounds of it he needed to clear his mind from all these thoughts that only disturbed him previously. He didn’t know if there was going to be a fight if this group got their way, but he also didn’t know what they wanted. He didn’t think word had spread that fast that they were heading out on their quest, but he did hope it wouldn’t end this early. He was told to be wary of outsiders and this was definitely the time to keep his hand close to the hilt of his blade just incase they tried to take advantage of the group.