Nayru blinked up at the male, scooting back a little as he dipped his head closer and spoke. The black and white splattered child had not expected such a question. Admitting that she had killed the bug purely for amusement raised the question of a disregard for life, but lying… well that made her a liar. Nayru had never before thought that lying had been necessary, and she didn’t think she could effectively lie here now, having had no practice before. Besides, killing, in such a world that carnivores lived in was not wrong, not really. How could an act necessary for the continuation of life be wrong?
I wanted to. Nayru spoke very bluntly, and rather remorseful. Cherry eyes sought to understand what Vark would think of that, but even if he thought poorly she couldn’t take it back. The bug was dead and that was irreversible. Perhaps that was the worst part about death. It was so permanent, so final. Unless something came after death, but Nayru hadn’t considered that. I’ve never killed anything before. And it was inevitable, she would have to kill someday, just to eat she would have to kill. Would she have to deal with this moral dilemma at every mealtime? Nayru knew others got past this, she wished to understand what they did.
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