The smile that Jonathan gives him is relieved and grateful; he's killed before as a man in the war, but it had never been easy and always he'd remembered it was against his oath. Now that he was less than the man he'd been before, he felt all the more need to keep to it.

It was the same motivation that made him flick a worried look at the strange man, covered in blood both his own and not and far too calm about it, saying he had issues of his own to deal with. Apparently some rather significant ones, and Jonathan made a mental note to try and speak to him about them later. He doubted there was much he could do about it, but he could at least offer a friendly ear.

One that would be easier once there was less blood in the air. Gripping his sword in one hand, Jonathan started after the purple, demonic looking man.