He scoffs at her: “Who ever heard of a trustworthy mercenary? That’s on you, old lady.”

That world was full of lying and backstabbing and fear, and he has no qualms accepting he was a bad person with a wretched vocation. He was good at it, too, which only confirms how much of a devil child he must be.

But Guts doesn’t try to argue the point further when Vena peeps somewhere behind him. He doesn’t stop her or obscure the two from making eye contact.