No, it ain't.

[ There's an edge to his voice. Styx slowly releases a breath, glaring at nothing in particular. ]

Trust me on this, kid. I caught a few glimpses, and it's... it's weird as all hell, is that it is. Could hardly recognize myself. As far as I'm concerned, that shit ought to stay where it belongs: forgotten and buried in the past.

[ Sure, he's an assassin by trade with gallons of blood on his hands, but even he'll judge his past self. ]