“You cry over a lost lamb, or a chicken, or a man dying, but it’s all the same. None of them want to die. The only difference is love and necessity. I kill chickens to eat, because I have to. I’ve learned not to cry over it. I cried for Blue because I loved him, not because a dog is somehow better than a chicken.” She pointed at the warden’s body. “I did not love that man at all, and we killed him out of necessity. I’ll cry no more over him than I would a chicken.”
