[ He supposes that McGillis means other animals, when he says hunting -- it's not the kind of food that they are used to eating in Tekkadan, who relied mostly on dried rations and vegetables. But then, that was the way the majority of people on Mars were quite used to, if they weren't starving to death first. His thoughts stray away from it after a cursory skimming of the idea; it's a strange, unusual idea, but nothing more than that.
Hunting, killing - they amounted to the same thing in the end. At least if he were hunting, they weren't going to bother him with stupid words.
Mika is used to being in charge of his own survival; his hands are dirty in more ways than one. Something like taking of lives is something that means little to him now, as long as it serves a purpose.
Mika's gaze, when it returns back to McGillis, is quiet and placid, his expression blank; the earlier hint of curiosity, the slight amusement is nowhere to be seen, as if it didn't happen.
But he is still watching him. ]
What else do you do, apart from hunting?
[ You know, that's not running down little girls and offering them candy. ]
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Hunting, killing - they amounted to the same thing in the end. At least if he were hunting, they weren't going to bother him with stupid words.
Mika is used to being in charge of his own survival; his hands are dirty in more ways than one. Something like taking of lives is something that means little to him now, as long as it serves a purpose.
Mika's gaze, when it returns back to McGillis, is quiet and placid, his expression blank; the earlier hint of curiosity, the slight amusement is nowhere to be seen, as if it didn't happen.
But he is still watching him. ]
What else do you do, apart from hunting?
[ You know, that's not running down little girls and offering them candy. ]