Ugh, shut up! What the hell d'you think would happen, moron?
[He snaps that out a little more viciously than he might on . . . just about any other subject, really. It's a stupid fucking statement that he's stupidly fucking overreacting to and he knows it on some level, but this conversation sure does taste bitter in his mouth. Ugh.
Moron.
He looks at the bird sidelong. Come on . . . a part of him thinks, you killed a chick with a knife to survive and now you can't kill a chicken with a knife to survive? How fucked up is that, you shithead? It's that thought that tightens his grip on the knife, and keeps him considering this seriously.
But this also feels very, very different from--all that. Like, maybe if the bird were attacking him . . . ]
. . . That can't be how they do it, right?
[His voice is clipped. He's half stalling and half genuinely at a loss as to how animals are slaughtered for meat. Why the hell would he know that?]
no subject
[He snaps that out a little more viciously than he might on . . . just about any other subject, really. It's a stupid fucking statement that he's stupidly fucking overreacting to and he knows it on some level, but this conversation sure does taste bitter in his mouth. Ugh.
Moron.
He looks at the bird sidelong. Come on . . . a part of him thinks, you killed a chick with a knife to survive and now you can't kill a chicken with a knife to survive? How fucked up is that, you shithead? It's that thought that tightens his grip on the knife, and keeps him considering this seriously.
But this also feels very, very different from--all that. Like, maybe if the bird were attacking him . . . ]
. . . That can't be how they do it, right?
[His voice is clipped. He's half stalling and half genuinely at a loss as to how animals are slaughtered for meat. Why the hell would he know that?]