"I--huh?" Owain's smile was gone just like that. He blinked, caught off guard by the question, before glancing away with a frown. There were so many awesome tales of bravery and honour he could tell Kaoru about the war against the fell dragon... but how many people had died wasn't one of them.

It was one thing to slay creatures for food or because they were endangering lives. Even Risen--they may have been people once, but they weren't anymore. Just slaves to the will of Grima. But killing actual living people, people who probably had families of their own, and friends and loved ones and hopes and dreams... Owain hated it. He had done it more times than he could count, and would do it again in a heartbeat if it meant protecting his own loved ones, but there would be no dramatic declarations of how glorious it had been to stab his blade deep into an enemy's chest and watch the life fade from their eyes. Winning was glorious, and saving the world was glorious, but that particular detail... not so much.

"Well... yeah," he answered, uncharacteristically quiet, looking down at the sword at his hip and lightly resting his hand on its hilt. "A lot. There was a war."