He should feel bad about this, but he doesn't. It's true that he's here to kill people- human beings. But it's his mission; they are threats to others. It hasn't been long since Connor became human himself, and he still doesn't know what most of the sensations he feels are rightly called but he knows this one: it's purpose. No, he's extremely calm about the plan to wipe out the entire group of them.

When Arohaerd offers magical aid, Connor doesn't hesitate. Whatever the phenomenon is called, it's as real as anything else he has encountered here. If he can set aside his skepticism that a machine has become human, well, he could believe in magic too. Besides, the Inquisition loaned him a basic staff, mostly for shattering the lyrium, and engaging the cultists in hand-to-hand combat risked infection. He would need something beyond his capabilities...

"I'm ready," he says, stepping forward focused and grave. "What will it do to me?" he asks belatedly, an afterthought.