I understand. I was the same way once. Had to get tough quick once I found out how the world really works.

[Childe is sympathetic. He remembers how afraid he was, back then. He wonders if Casper had a similar experience. The Harbinger doesn't ask. It was just how things were.

Casper's concerns regarding a possible scarcity of food here are... understandable, for the most part. Childe's had to gut and skin animals here and there (never with much finesse) to help keep himself and the other troops fed on longer missions (and in wilderness survival training), but give him a fish and he was in his element. The redhead had few moral hangups about eating animals or monsters: if he could kill it, then it was fair game, he felt.

A bear didn't feel guilt for feeding itself and its young. The fact that its prey was alive and fleeing would not bring it pause. Why should he? He was a weapon, stained red with blood.

What was one more death?]

I guess that makes sense. I'm used to having to really fight for a good meal in these conditions. I don't really feel bad about it. If it was hungry, I'm sure it'd do the same to me.

It's hard to know how many of us are here, and how many are going to be willing to eat whatever plants they can find. If we can find animals, we might have an easier time feeding everyone.

[If they could get some cover and airflow, maybe they could set up a fire.]