Elizabeth
*A mercy*? Hitomi's lip curled in disagreement before she could hide it, her haze hardening at hearing such ridiculous statement. "You haven't seen someone die by poisoning... Clearly. Tasting something nice before a toxin kicks in is not mercy, it's just a dark sense of humor." Was all she said. The taste could be nice, but the effects of a lethal poison afterwards wouldn't be any less cruel. The Jonin had been researching poisons for all her life as shinobi, and she hadn't yet found a way to shorten the final blow enough for the target to not feel it at all. Her best and most lethal poisons were an agonising torture she could still feel in her bones if she closed her eyes. 

Despite the harsh words on her side, she still showed interest for the techniques Chiho was showing her. He was a showoff, and a proud one; while this wasn't in line with Hitomi's view, it increased the chances the enemy would find out sooner than later about more bubble style users roaming the frontier. She couldn't tell if she'd like having him in her team, but he was more than welcome to spread some confusion around. 

Her eyes lingered on the bubbles enveloping the storm release: she had never seen something like that, and every sense was alert to study it while she could. "What a strange element..."
Raymond
He gave her a small stare. "I haven't... But I've seen a man in full awareness of the dawning realization that he was about to die..." He said, for a moment dropping his kinder tone. "I mean to say, the poison I create... Dulls the senses of body and mind... I would never use a poison to kill, but to ease the passing... It's my, well, our job as Shinobi to end the lives of our enemies..." He said, muttering... "There's no reason we have to make them suffer doing it..." He had a... Conflicted expression on his face, followed by a sigh. "Sake... When you get to a level of drunk, where nothing hurts, and all you can feel is that light tingle of liquor... It makes the final blow unexpected... Out of nowhere... You might not even feel it." Where as HItomi's poisons caused pain, Chiho's might as well have been even worse... Because by the time you realized what was wrong, it would already be too late.

Before he could get too into the conversation, he held a hand up into a seal, before placing them in a somewhat heart shaped manner... Hitomi would *Feel* The pressure building as a bolt of storm *Cut* Through the water, creating a gap so noticeable she could've touched the bottom of the pond without wetting her hand. "Storm Release. An elemental Kekkei Genkai. Water and Lightning combine to produce a beam of energy that pierces through most obstacles with ease. I can control the flow... I can even shoot out jutsu from multiple Tenketsu if I wanted to. It's bright, it's loud... But it's fast, and accurate... I know where to hit." He said, humming softly.

"I'm... Sorry if I was like, crass with my earlier statements... I just... Hoazugawa-Senpai." He said suddenly, looking at her with a slight tilted gaze. "How does it feel for you when you take a life? Maybe I'm like, way behind the curve and should've had this talk a *Long* Time ago but... Hmm. Nevermind, I think I'm like, just rambling, huh?"
Elizabeth
It was a bad moment to reason on poisons with Hitomi, and she knew she should drop the topic; not to mention she had never openly admitted she made use of them with Chiho and that would stay like this for some more time. "You're the expert. I believe if that was possible someone would have done it, ease the pain in spite of the lethality I mean." There was no trace of a lie hiding beneath the surface, and there was a chance Chiho had heard of her medical abilities. Still, she chose to keep up the façade unless called out. 

The following demonstrations took her mind off the issue for a moment, her eyes lighting up with interest again as the bolt of storm pierced the water so precisely they'd both see the gap for several instants before the liquid filled in again. It surely fit the Hunter and she wondered how well a similar threat would fare against horrors, assuming her imagination and information she gathered gave her the right picture of those creatures. 

The following question took her off guard. It wasn't unusual for shinobi to share this sort of feelings, mostly in the Frontier Patrol where everyone was encouraged to talk to their comrades and exorcise the darkness their job fed day by day. In that moment, it was like throwing her back in the railway junction, dozens of people on the ground, their signatures imploding, their heartbeats spiking in terror and agony. How did she feel? She had cut that out entirely, drowning it in pure fury, and all she remembered was what had come later; loss and fear. 

"I don't know what they teach you in the PU, but I wouldn't call this rambling. If you have the question it means it bothers you to some extent. While it's a legit concern, it shouldn't be left unanswered, or it will come back to you when you least need it."

The words were more meant for her, to find the strength to say something. Her eyes turned away, focusing on the water Chiho had summoned earlier "I feel empty, lost." A pause, not a sign of weakness in her tone "This war it taking out the worst of us, no matter how hard you try."
Raymond
His information on Commander Hozugawa's skillset wasn't as in depth as he'd wished, but what he *Did* Know, aside from her expertise in stealth and her mastery over the use of bubbles, he *Had* Heard a rumor about her ability to remove an entire group of enemies in a single moment, though without anything more than little whispers. Still... His poisons were, in his opinion, a step in the right direction, numbing, kind even, he'd say, to go with a heady tingle, than to bleed out, begging for your life and regretting the moment you decided to fight.

As the storm subsided, he held up his fingers now, pointing them to the sky. From each finger tip, a burning yellow glow was developing, purple colors forming in the center. "I discovered I could do this by accident. It totally makes me wonder what the trigger was? Some mix of my family heritage that altered my... Hmm." He was trailing off, though, Hitomi could see a glow in his eyes, as he launched out what seemed to be hundreds of smaller bolts of storm, none of them carrying the same lethal firepower as his previous technique, but it was clear this jutsu favored the ideal of quantity and area over quality, like a one man firing squad.

"Empty... Lost. That... Hah, I think I totally get that." He sighed, closing his hands, tightly. "When I was a Genin, I thought I'd be an MP officer, I was totally thinking I'd rely on non lethal tactics, hell, even my poison was just meant to get you drunk quickly to like, take you off your game." He closed his eyes. "The war wasn't something I expected at all."

"I like, totally went right through the war the moment I graduated, ya know? I had what... Maybe three D-Ranks? Where I stopped some thieves, got vegetables back from a farmer, helped fight off some rabid hounds... Then my first C-Rank is where I took a life. Some guard wearing armor too heavy for my taijutsu or water release to puncture... I ended up having to make his death slow to prevent him from alerting the camp." He spoke, less to Hitomi and more to himself. "After that, I felt like... Killing an enemy became the standard, and less the exception, I can't remember the last time I even considered a jutsu that wasn't meant to quickly dispatch, kill..." He gave her a look off to the side. "You totally don't need to be bombarded with my bullshit, but... I don't know you enough to feel judged, so sorry."