Out of misery

"Hey, Samur?" Neia spoke from beside me.

"Yes?"

Judging from her tone, she seems worried. Why, though? Is something the matter?

"You said that we were going for some practical training."

"Yes, I did."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but practical training means using the theoretical concepts I have previously learned and using them in real life practical applications."

"Bingo."

That's how practical training usually works.

Though to be honest, I really want to correct her by scolding because why the fuck not but there's not much I can say here.

"Then what are we doing here?"

"Practical training."

"How the hell is this practical training?!" She exclaimed. "You are basically asking me to kill people!"

"Jeez, you make it sound so bad. We're just putting some people out of their misery."