Damian isn’t afraid of killing.
With how many acolytes he killed, both accidentally and intentionally by his own hands during sparing. With how many deaths and torture he witnessed with his own eyes. With how many gut twisting wounds and injuries he saw. With all of this being topped up by Death seemingly being a guest of Sanctum, Damian has learned two things. That death is not something to be feared and, that causing one wasn’t such a big deal.
He puked of course. When he first took a life, he couldn’t sleep properly. His dreams would be haunted by the ghost of this acolyte and, would be accompanied by all the others who died. During meal time, he’d have a hard time eating the food. Because aside from the repugnant stench and the awful taste, he would remember all the open wounds. All
