"Plants... aren't aware in the same way; they don't have to see it coming," Rae says, trying not to think of her doe, the one whose blood was taken for her, given to her.
(... she can remember the way her delicate hooves dug into the soft ground, the sun-dappled leaf-shadows on her brown back, her wide ears, her cool, liquid brown eyes as she lifted her head, acknowledging the oncoming death without fear. And Sunshine still wondered sometimes, had she known what her death had beenfor?)
"I can't see a piece of meat without seeing something that has had to die. I've been a vegetarian since I was small."
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(... she can remember the way her delicate hooves dug into the soft ground, the sun-dappled leaf-shadows on her brown back, her wide ears, her cool, liquid brown eyes as she lifted her head, acknowledging the oncoming death without fear. And Sunshine still wondered sometimes, had she known what her death had beenfor?)
"I can't see a piece of meat without seeing something that has had to die. I've been a vegetarian since I was small."