Interacting with: [@Dark Light]
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Genevieve hums softly, mulling over his words. She supposed she understands what he means. It certainly can lead to clarity…less mourning and disappointment in one’s self after the fact. 
In all honestly, she wouldn’t mind the killing, or weeping. People die everyday, the men on that condemned ship are no different, they will fall to the sea, to this crew or the next. 

But still, taking life was a distasteful act. She wouldn’t tell Kenji this, but really, the amount of reflection that he had on the matter…it was intriguing…rare…honorable. A pattern of traits she has begun to notice. 

Gen moves to disinfect the wound on his head before putting a small bandage of it. The gash from the tooth wasn’t too deep or large, it just broke a vein. 

“Honor amongst pirates is almost unheard of, save codes and the like.” She says softly, “But yes…I do believe your sentiments are…true. Better to think of this now than in battle…saves a headache.” She hums. 

Genevieve already considers the men and women they would meet and fight dead. To her, she would battle ghosts.