Radar heaves a sigh, his good humor fading. "We do," he says glumly. "S'awful. I died once'n I hated it. I know we all come back but it still stinks."
He turns a wobbly look up to the sky.
"'Cause eventually we're not gonna. And some people don't ever. I mean. I mean, 'f we're talking about food... I'm from a farm, I know how all that works. Y'know? We gotta eat, animals gotta eat, nobody eats anything without killin' something. But I don't like it. 'M sick of everything'n everybody dying all the time."
Radar gnaws his lower lip.
"Sometimes I think nobody dying here makes it worse. 'Cause everybody stops caring if things die."
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He turns a wobbly look up to the sky.
"'Cause eventually we're not gonna. And some people don't ever. I mean. I mean, 'f we're talking about food... I'm from a farm, I know how all that works. Y'know? We gotta eat, animals gotta eat, nobody eats anything without killin' something. But I don't like it. 'M sick of everything'n everybody dying all the time."
Radar gnaws his lower lip.
"Sometimes I think nobody dying here makes it worse. 'Cause everybody stops caring if things die."