Damian eyes widened fractionally. He hadn't been expecting a confession like that. He was silent a moment, looking at her intently. Yes, he could understand how that could be. Mutants were still finding their place in society and given her training. Succession always needed to be cut and dry.
"Did you kill them?" he asked, even though he felt he had already guessed the answer. His voice was even. It was the same matter-of-fact tone he'd used for most of their meeting. He dug his spoon into his ice cream again.