"Not here. Where I come from. Here I don't aim to kill unless it's specifically required. Or they're trying to kill me, first." Or someone needs put out of their misery. He did that, in the bug warehouse. It kind of sucked, actually. He doesn't like killing civilians.

Clearly, Winter doesn't need the curse of these lights to overshare awful things.

Though there still are cursed lights to content with. He finishes with the current string of lights, and leans over to the plug. "This might make us say things," he warns, just in case this is one of the bad ones.