What a strange oversight that nobody, in B's entire life, had ever asked something like that of him. For a moment he nearly stumbled entirely in his composure, and glanced sharply at Endrance before quite literally forcing himself to relax. The change was practically indiscernible, but the kind of thing someone else from the place he had been raised at definitely would have picked up on. His mood was instantly a notch closer to anger.

In B's world people were not persons- the sincere acknowledgment of another's humanity was a concept entirely foreign to him. However, his answer, if he were to be entirely honest, would be "perhaps" for at least the first part of the question... but the all-consuming passion to surpass the man he had once been groomed into being like, during those last few years of his short life, were a far-cry from what Endrance must have intended. Especially with the mention of protection. That was something he would have never done.

"My life and the life of others were forfeit for goals akin to that," he answered, the slightest note of tension apparent in his voice, "Now what are you getting at?"