"Hungry or not?"
"Hungry..."
"Eat or not?"
"Not eating..."
"Then you're not really hungry, what a shame, it tastes quite good." Bi Fang skewered a piece of deer meat and chewed it in his mouth.
"Ugh!"
Étienne knelt on the ground and dry heaved again, unable to count how many times he had vomited, only remembering that with every bite of meat Bi Fang ate, he had to vomit once, his mouth full of the taste of stomach acid.
"Tiger fights with wolf, wolf eats the deer, deer eats grass, grass is innocent too, don't feel guilty, larger animals eat smaller ones, even the elk eats grass, but who would pity those blades of grass? We all come from the same cell 3.5 billion years ago." Bi Fang patted Étienne's shoulder, trying to console him.
This speech truly captured the law of the survival of the fittest in nature. If there were new viewers, they might actually think that Étienne couldn't bear to eat because he had seen the reindeer die in front of his eyes.