Meat or not...
“I despise anyone who hunts,” he glared at the LandRovers filled with men and guns. “You don’t eat meat?” I asked.
“Course I do.”
“Somebody has to kill the sentient beings you eat.” “Sentient! Animals can’t think, they react,” my companion grunted. “So eating them’s not an issue” “But hunting them is?”
“Hunting’s cruel, the fear of the chase….”
“There’s the fear of being transported to an abattoir, of waiting your turn, the smell of blood, watching your friends being kill