Understandably enough, Fiona seemed to be amazed. The monk got that expression a few times, whether it be from people never healed with magic, or from those not expecting for him to wield magical abilities. Ki was an amazing force when one learned to properly harness it, but in a sense it really wasn't that much different than magic - simply all coming with within, rather than shaping the without. When the warrior pointed out the bleeding gash on his hand, though, Hanzo decided it would be best to get that healed by the Sister.
Hanzo desperately tried not to even glance at the glorious bloody murder that had taken place in this town, but it seemed that everywhere one looked there was another ravaged corpse. This group of adventurers was really making itself out to be destructive gladiators, even when they were seeming to dispense justice. Of the two men that were merely apprehended, one had already been killed, and then brutalized yet further.
By the time Hanzo and Agnes intersected, the monk had gained a very distant look altogether, just averting his gaze from the battlefield entirely. He did spy a bit of the Sister's face, plastered with grim concern, and figured perhaps she felt a similar way as he.
Hanzo stomached his nerves and looked back to the rest of the group. The orc, goblin, and strangely enough the elf all acted as complacent as ever, it seemed to the monk. Hugh was looking astoundingly shocked for some reason, the wizard had fainted flat, and Tobias had a face somewhere between horror and disgust. Sana, meanwhile, was interrogating the last slaver with the threat of an arrow through the eye, while already having another eye impaled on that arrow. When the man finally stammered out what information he could muster, the woman suddenly twisted away her promise to let the man go, and shoved the arrow through his head.
"No."
All too suddenly, the monk let out what could only be a growl, clenching his fists at the sight of the execution. She slid the severed eyes off the shaft and returned the arrow to her quiver, spitting on the dead man. Time fell back several years, and Hanzo witnessed the sight of several gutted, severed, completely brutalized corpses strewn about. The girl, she was there, and she was behind it...
He took a step, and the crunch of the beaten-down dirt road brought him back. Hanzo exhaled suddenly, blinked once, twice... inhaled through the nose, and out through the mouth. None of that, not now. Fire was not quelled with more fire.
His thoughts did not stay internal for long, as the rogue quickly moved forth to object Sana's actions, and the actions of all the adventurers. It was made quite clear that whatever cause they were fighting for, the brutalization with which they did so was unacceptable. Hanzo could only agree. Tobias was fed up, and not afraid to put that into words. While Sana prepared for a raid on the slavers' hideout, the rogue quite swiftly rest his case and refused to have any more part in it, retreating to the inn.
Within the brief silence that took place afterwards, Sister Agnes coughed again, quietly pointing out the fainted wizard. Partly glad for something to take his mind off of things, Hanzo took responsibility and heaved the poor soul over his shoulder. Fortunately, Melvus wasn't too heavy to bear.
Before the monk followed Tobias, however, he shot a stern-faced glance back to Sana. Whatever had possessed her to do what she did, Hanzo hoped it could be purged. This world didn't need more cold-blooded, gory murderers.
"Are you alright?"
The question came to Tobias from Hanzo, still bearing Melvus draped over his shoulder. "I understand it is difficult to deal with murderers, no matter what side of the law they believe they are on," The monk attempted to sympathize, though how well the rogue would resonate with him was yet to be seen.