Evan stared at them wide-eyed, absorbing their thoughts on the matter of killing, and he nodded at each one to give them thanks after they spoke. Most of them expressed indifference or even glee as long as the killing lined up with duty or the greater good, so it was Jazdia's answer that really stuck with him, who expressed a blanket guilt over taking life.
There was some merit to be had with the answer of the woman wearing a red brigandine, even though he felt like her answer raised his eyebrow. The thrill of being in a fight, he's felt it before.
Veronica and the tall cloaked man's answers... were odd. About as odd as their existences and non-beating hearts.

Even if he could find solace with the greater good, Evan believed he was not ready, either. Humans were not wild animals, they did not rely solely on primal instinct. They could be reasoned with, dissuaded from their causes...
He would avoid shedding blood when he could.

There was the thing about the plan again... Indeed, he had thought the safest way was to somehow flush them out of the place where they'd have the upper hand, but there didn't seem to be a way to achieve that. Fighting in their own turf seemed so risky too, but they couldn't be allowed to turtle up there like Veronica said.
If Jazdia's psychoanalysis was right, that they'd flush themselves out... then it would be a lot easier.

Regardless, only one position really suited Evan here.
He eyed the map and summoned atop his hand an ice replica of Jazdia's bronze polished trinket. It hovered towards the map and placed itself beside Jazdia's trinket, at the open courtyard.
As Veronica said, laudable firepower... nonexistent experience in subterfuge.

The ice trinket wasn't cold to the touch, and didn't threaten to melt itself over time either.