Trent killed a fish, today.
Something about it seemed... wrong. I know we're rationing our food and there's an abundance of animals all around for us to kill, but... It seemed wrong.
He caught the fish in a net and I watched gasp and writhe as he pulled it out of the sea. I'm not sure what kind it was, but it was quite large. This creature--one of many beautiful things that I've seen during this journey across the sea--stared at me with its wide eyes, as if seeking help. I didn't do anything, though. I didn't stop Trent from removing its head.
Trent assured me that fish have very short memories, so it wasn't like it had a life goal it wanted to achieve. He also said that none of the other fish would remember it, anyway, so it didn't really matter.
I didn't eat any of it.
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