SWTOR Pravin: 7/10 on this (I think he'd be willing to tell this to certain people, circumstantially, but...)
"Well, the thing with espionage is that it's generally not that violent, despite what the holos imply. Most of it is just networking. Building and leveraging relationships to gain access to people, places and information. And when you're undercover and casualties happen, that usually means something's gone terribly awry.
...There was this one instance. Had my cover blown on Narsh whilst infiltrating a terrorist cell. It was this kid--had to be twenty years old at most, gang-banger mixed up in something well over his head.
I had him on the ground, disarmed. I remember he started begging. Crying. I... [a pause] ...I couldn't risk it. Not there, not then. He'd seen my face.
I must've been upset because they made me do counseling in the debrief. I don't know if that helped; I just tried to put it out of mind. I still dream of him, sometimes. Less so than Hunter and Kothe and the hell they put me through, but every now and again."
"I don't style myself as a killer, and that's on purpose. Intellectually, it's beneath me; practically, it's much too dangerous. I work to account for many possibilities, to avoid situations where I'm likely to encounter a fight, but it...hasn't always been possible.
What gets me is the futility of it. You can't be willing to lay your life down for petty power-plays; there's no glory in that, no great purpose. And yet, when it's me and one of those young, stupid bards in a room, they panic and--and what can I do? I do what I have to do.
They don't deserve it, but it's self-defense. Maker forgive me, it's self-defense.