He swore. “You kill people for sport. I’m not OK with that. It’s morally reprehensible.”
She looked at him with confusion in her eyes. “I don’t kill people for sport.”
“You don’t?” He breathed a sigh of relief.
“I kill people who are a net drain on society. I kill people who need killing. It’s not a sport. I don’t compete with anyone and I don’t enjoy it. It’s a duty, not a game.” She paused and pursed her lips. “Well, sometimes I enjoy it.”