"Sure. I get that it's necessary, I get it's good to like, totally use whatever gets killed to sustain us, but I really don't think any of them will be happy about it. Plants maybe, I can't understand plants, so I wouldn't know what they do or don't think. But others, nah, no one is like, 'I'm going to get killed but at least they'll totally use me'" Shichirou mentioned, shaking his head. "Instinct wouldn't allow that kind of thinking. Whenever one tried to get my coat off me, I was more focused on getting away or protecting myself." Shichirou took hold of his hot chocolate again, bringing it closer to his face to have a few more sips from the sweet hot brew. Not too many, because he wanted to savour the taste. His attention was set back on the nymph, who spoke.  "Is it very rare then?" Shichirou wondered. "Frankly.. I never really read what's in whatever I'm eating.. If it smells nice, I'll just eat it" Shichi admitted. "Unless it's cheese.. or onion... never smell them.."