[He had seen this happen too often- People would say that they would be hardened to it, but it was something he never got over.
Too many friends had ended up like... Like this. Bodies so destroyed and charred that he couldn't recognize them anymore.
And sometimes, he had done the same to the Amanto. There were a lot of mixed feelings he had when it came to violence- A lot of the damage that was done to the other side was primarily his fault. They probably had families too. There were sons, fathers, children, friends that he had killed. He understood that.
That was probably why he never really could hate the Amanto. He acknowledged that the samurai had done the same.]