((She did answer your question, tho-and countered with a why do you care. And then you played the aggrieved party, instead of answering. She ~and I~ read that as annoying evasiveness. She ~and I~ REALLY do wonder why you care-how someone with such little respect for life can actually relate to other human beings. That was her most direct way of getting to you. You flubbed it.
Honestly, she's been half-way to Death and seen the other side of existence. Your disregard of the enormity of that-in a mocking, pretentious way-has greatly biased her ~and me~ against you.
Tldr, I created a 'Religious' character and yours seem to be an snarky atheist.))
"...It wasn't Kyle, it was that woman, that sellsword. She was bothering me again...pretending to care about my welfare. When she has bragged and japed of not caring a whit about life itself. Except her own, I'd guess. She has not seen what I have seen. She does not know the tragedy writ in every bloody sweep of a blade. Thousands and thousands of voices, crying, pleading for mercy-lost in the Grey, weeping, miserable, lost. How can you claim to take a life so blatantly, if you have seen what I have seen? You cannot...
I don't understand her at all."
The Priestess has turned a deathly pale shade, grim as winter, since such feelings greatly sadden her.