It's true, that when presented with an opportunity to strike, they will gladly take it. They've not encountered opponents cunning enough to make use of tactics such as parrying a blade with a bare hand. The Drifter draws back at once, startled, their combative posture immediately folding into one of concern. The blade disappears in the folds of their cloak, and their blue strip of skin curves down into an anxious frown.

They didn't mean to hurt. They didn't mean to hurt. That isn't their intention. They didn't mean to hurt.

hurt?