I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I'm miserable now.
You are bound to pick up influences.
Nobody can possibly be so hungry that they need to take a life in order to feel satisfied - they don't after all, take a human life, so why take the life of an animal? Both are conscious beings with the same determination to survive. It is habit, and laziness and nothing else.
You may not realize this, but people have the power to change the world.
Now I know how Joan of Arc felt.
Tried living in the real world instead of a shell, but I was bored before I even began.