It wasn't like they were unused to damage. They were both scarred inside and out; what they'd seen, what they'd done, what they'd had to endure over their lives. It marked them in a special way that would never lift, regardless of how they tried or what they did. It was soul deep, and Hansel tended to carry that weight without issue.
"So what else is new."
He had a bone deep hatred for this place. Beyond simply the physicians and their utterly inhumane treatments, even the creatures that came with the settled fog and mist, even the ghosts that lingered. There was just something about this place that he detested.
His hand tightened around Gretel's briefly, already working through several reasons why they should leave everyone out there to their own idiotic flailing. It wasn't anything to do with them, after all, and Gretel's sense of aiding the less fortunate would only go so far with these people.