[ he's blanching just at the prospect of feasting on one of those creatures. it's not that he ascribes to any particular ideology while eating, but given that these being usually subsist on the strange fauna of the jungle, makoto really isn't certain if eating them is the best course of action.

he smiles thinly, some meek, watered-down facsimile of his usual grin, trying to dissuade her against the option of seeking out her own death. if worst comes down to worse, he'll tag along, but he obviously won't be able to afford her much help besides serving as a meat shield.

on second though, he really should have asked scheduled a sparring session in advance. ]

You're alright with doing all of that, Vietnam-san? We aren't going to be here for too long, right?

[ appealing to her higher reason, he gestures tepidly at the surrounding greenery. ]

Maybe we could just eat plants for now.