[Again, his smile is vague, the nod he gives her distant but polite, and whilst he doesn't push his point nor does he change his mind. It's hard to see people any other way when one spends so much time ripping bodies apart-- it seems a bitter joke, sometimes, to have an intelligent consciousness lumbered to what amounts to a jumble of bones and flesh. Humans, or even creatures like him, they're all just waiting to rot.]
If you like. I suppose what I mean is, we're all just animals.
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If you like. I suppose what I mean is, we're all just animals.
[His smile grows briefly wider, then. Wry.]
Some of us more than others.