"Would it be better if I was a hypocrite?" He counters, eyebrow raised at Ylva. "I do not expect my prey to love death, but I hunt none the less. I do not love death either, but I am not above it. So I have learned to find joy in the hunt, and to find relief that this is the one place in all the world where death is not the end."
For a moment, he leans forward, his eyes nearly glowing as presses the point. "I have spent my entire life waiting for the final, brutal end to come, to bleed out in the wilderness with a bullet in my side, or to die on city streets when an illness takes me, or any of a number of equally merciless ways. This is the way of life. But not here. Not here. So why shouldn't I find joy where before I found dread?"
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For a moment, he leans forward, his eyes nearly glowing as presses the point. "I have spent my entire life waiting for the final, brutal end to come, to bleed out in the wilderness with a bullet in my side, or to die on city streets when an illness takes me, or any of a number of equally merciless ways. This is the way of life. But not here. Not here. So why shouldn't I find joy where before I found dread?"