[At first, Van is shocked by Hazel's admission, taking her words at face value and believing her being unable to die is a result of the Porter and not some otherworldly magic. But when his shock abates, what's left behind is a grim understanding as his eyes wander over Hazel's many scars and stitches.

Still...]

It's your choice if you want to use your body like a tool to fight. I won't stop you. But there's a smart way to go about that, and a stupid way.

[Sliding his foot forward, Van springs into action and, thrusting his practice sword toward's Hazel's hand, attempts to disarm her.]

What use are you to anyone if you're outmatched in skill or strength? Maybe you can't be killed, but that doesn't mean you can't be captured or cut down! Protect yourself!