Meko noticed that he hadnâ€™t killed the deer in one shot. It made him feel even more guilty than before. He had made the deer suffer. He watched as Taylor ended its life. Barely showing it but inwardly he winced greatly. He could not help but feel so guilty. He felt at fault for causing the deers dying moments to be ones of suffering. He listened to Taylor. â€œI see.â€ he said softly. He nodded his head. â€œIt makes sense...good reasons.â€ He said softly. The unspoken doesnâ€™t mean I have to like it lingered in the air. He watched as the light in the deerâ€™s eyes went out for good. Poor deer. He prolonged its suffering because his shot was nowhere near as skilled as Taylor and Xanderâ€™s. Especially not at night. He mentally sighed. He knew there was much purpose and reason to this but it always felt hard for him. It just...wasnâ€™t how he grew up.<br/><br/>He was relieved of the gun and stood up. Xander dropped down and he jumped, flipped and landed in a crouch. To him it was of no difficulty for he took it on as acrobatics merely than jumping out of a tall ass tree. That made it easy for his instincts to kick in. He wondered if he could ever be like them...able to kill without remorse. Honestly...he hoped not. He hoped it didnâ€™t come to the point where it didnâ€™t matter that he just ended a life. That it was just another body amongst the hordes of them. A faceless entity that had no meaning in life. He shook his head. No. He would never let himself become immersed in this war he was now in that deeply. He would fight to remain true to who he is even as he adapted to who he needed to become.<br/><br/>He walked over to Taylor. Then looked to Xander as he hauled up that big deer and strung it up like it weighed nothing! He was listening to Taylor and looking around. His gaze shot back to Xander as he spoke. Tilting his head then straightened it back up. Images flashing before his mind. Yes. That was a reference he understand. â€œDa. Cercul de viaÈ›Äƒ. Totul Ã®ncepe È™i se terminÄƒ cu moartea. Pentru a exista o nouÄƒ viaÈ›Äƒ trebuie sÄƒ existe moarte.â€ (Yes. The circle of life. Everything begins and ends with death. For there to be new life there must be death.) He smiled a bit. â€œThat is a reference I can understand. I had heard it a great many years when traveling with the gypsy caravan.â€ he said with a smile. That he could accept. â€œThe circle of life. Everything begins and ends with death. For there to be new life there must be death.â€ He sighed a bit. â€œThis was part of many tales the storyweaver would tell us.â€ He said with a fond smile.<br/><br/>He looked to Taylor puzzedly. He wasnâ€™t TRYING to not listen or accept what Xander was saying. Sometimes he felt like a tug of war rope between the brothers. It was not a pleasant feeling. Then...suddenly...he was feeling really hyper. He began to shift and move around. Bouncing from foot to foot. Moving around in training motions as he had done more than a few times when it was just him and Taylor. Probably by now Taylor would know it to mean that he was having a hyperactivity period. He moved through training stances and evasive movements. Keeping moving silently. Unless you were looking you wouldnâ€™t know he was doing it. He fidgeted as he tried to keep from doing more than that.