Evan didn't actually consider it a low blow. To him, it was more just facts, even if he knew what she meant by it all. Like there had to be something else beneath the surface. Which, there was. Sometimes he had problems really allowing himself to go there, and he generally didn't let anyone else get there, but it wasn't like he was some mindless killing machine. He wasn't even a psychopath, he didn't think. Maybe some sociopathic tendencies, but not even a pure one of those. He'd have to be slightly more fucked in the head than he already was to qualify. He might have commented on it, but she actually got a little twist of a smirk from her last statement. "Do I have to contribute, though? Do you really need me to add to your level of fucked up?" he asked.
So maybe the smirk was a good sign. “Yes. Yes you do. You aren’t the only one in for murder. You aren’t the only one I actually am around that’s in for killing someone.” Both Matt and Brady were in for killing people. She was already fraternizing with murders, what was one more?
His little smirk died then, and he frowned, sitting up slightly straighter, slightly more forward as he looked at her. "...okay, you want to explain that?" he asked.
Edan held her ground. “Matt and Brady. Both in for killing people. That’s not including Brady’s time as a soldier, which I realize is not the same, but affects a person as well.” Evan’s crime actually was closer to Matt’s, but Matt wasn’t violent, he said that. “Starting to think I’m one of the few people who didn’t hurt someone.”
Evan kept his eyes on her, not looking overjoyed there. Thunder hit hard outside, the kind that almost seemed to rattle the windows. The power died out again. "And who did Mr. Issues kill?" he asked, before the power managed to get itself straightened out again, though it didn't seem like it was all that strong this time. Lightning flashed violently outside, sending shadows across the room.
The storm moving up a notch had her stepping closer, more into Evan’s personal space, eyes darting to the doorway and away from Evan himself. If it weren’t for the question she’d have let herself get enveloped in the fear, but that brought her back. “The person who killed his best friend.”
He didn't let his eyes leave her, especially since she got in close again. "And the other guy?" he asked. Which he thought he recognized the name. And it was the guy he'd dismissed as useless. The one who didn't want to give him much in the way of information, so he'd fucked off and not wasted his time.