"Hold on. Have you not killed.... ANYONE before?"
Des shook his head. "No. Well. Not any humans, I've had to kill animals sometimes, and there was the beasts in the arena, but not any humans or intelligent mortals."
"Surely there must have been someone in the arena, or the desert, or even in previous travels? We are ruthless people in retrospect. That big bird earlier alone must have killed dozens of soldiers very painfully, and I'm pretty sure we immolated someone in the arena."
He frowned, but once again he shook his head.
"I've never murdered anyone, I'm only 400 years old." That was, what, 5 humans' life-time, right? Des was fairly sure there was at least a thousand humans out there that had never killed anyone.
It's not really that weird, is it?
Humans waged wars, Des did not.
"The horizon with the arena was my first, I... was brought into the fighting grounds for the first time with the rest of you." He scratched his face, awkwardly. "I think it was meant to be a public execution, honestly, that one general man didn't like that I was in bed with his wife, even if I was just there because she was lonely. At least, I think that's what he didn't like, I had no clue about the language when that happened. Loneliness, however, needs no words to be portrayed, and she embraced me first."
He smiled a little, he wished he'd get more time with her, she'd been so sad. Hopefully nothing had happened to her though, and the realization of that made his smile lessen slightly.
"Anyways, I've not killed anyone, I tend to move around, and I don't partake in violent actions... I've had to run for my life enough times, though. It's easy enough to get into trouble, mortals are predictable like that."
He glanced at Kes, smiling a bit more, before his eyes went back to Dalrel.
"Why is that a weird thing, though? I'm not a mortal, therefore I don't act like one."