"If you saw a hungry person what would you do? You would feed him, or, the food bank would feed him. But, if you see a hungry bird, well, you probably wouldn't know it was hungry, and had four chicks who would more than likely not survive the winter because of malnutrition."
Kotah folded his fingers together over his stomach. How often would those hungry people keep coming back to you before you have to send them away? Or if there was a crowd of hungry people, how many could you feed before you ran out of money? How much would you spend? What would happen if they came dependent on society? But you know what... These are all problems with people, not animals. Animals have more control than we do, so you're in the right, it seems. He paused, looking at his hands. "I'm sorry... I..." He pursed his lips. "This is why I don't like people. Not you, but those people that become dependent on others for basic needs. Human nature, both at the top and bottom of the ladder. Both sides share the same sins..." He paused again with a sigh. "And it's a constant reminder of my own, as well as my friends' and family's." He looked over to her, apologizing again, his hair hiding the entire right half of his face. "With our friendship, you probably ask yourself, 'How can he be anti-social?' That's why. I see the darkness and people and spit. I've lived with it for so long that I hide it in public, but it remains still. It's people like you that give me the rare hope of another day." He looked back to his hands, fiddling with them, whispering softly, "I'm sorry I fail to express that..."
Kotah folded his fingers together over his stomach. How often would those hungry people keep coming back to you before you have to send them away? Or if there was a crowd of hungry people, how many could you feed before you ran out of money? How much would you spend? What would happen if they came dependent on society? But you know what... These are all problems with people, not animals. Animals have more control than we do, so you're in the right, it seems. He paused, looking at his hands. "I'm sorry... I..." He pursed his lips. "This is why I don't like people. Not you, but those people that become dependent on others for basic needs. Human nature, both at the top and bottom of the ladder. Both sides share the same sins..." He paused again with a sigh. "And it's a constant reminder of my own, as well as my friends' and family's." He looked over to her, apologizing again, his hair hiding the entire right half of his face. "With our friendship, you probably ask yourself, 'How can he be anti-social?' That's why. I see the darkness and people and spit. I've lived with it for so long that I hide it in public, but it remains still. It's people like you that give me the rare hope of another day." He looked back to his hands, fiddling with them, whispering softly, "I'm sorry I fail to express that..."