"Something will eat it. Even if not you. Bugs. Grass. Flowers. A corpse becomes a smaller world, teaming with life." The world exists in cycles and he's old enough that he's seen so many of them he doesn't even realize how precious life is. A little hard to when he's supernaturally hard to kill.

"Friends. Yes. Have done that here too. Is new and good." He thinks real hard, his whole face scrunching up, "Would not want to kill them either."

Well look at that. That's a new revelation.