"Don't gimme a reason to," Eliot said, repeating the same words from last time, also without any promise of not doing so. He lived in a violent world, such a promise would've been impractical.

But his heart did go out the child who was made to kill monsters before he likely kissed a girl.
"You gotta be pretty good to be still alive if you're been huntin' things like me for so long." Maybe not quite like him, but even without being as lethal as he was trained to be, he still had deadly enhancements that would've made him hard to put down.