I began to kill less . . . to kill only for food. I stayed closer to where the girl was, until I was a constant companion to her, hiding in the background. I, an immortal, would die for the life of a girl. For a thousand years, I have been a hunter. Though more often than not it turns to be a harvest.
Most humans provide no sport at all, no game.
I have no respect for humans. They are insects to the Immortals. They are less than insects. They are food, and not even particuarly good food. They think, there for they shall be ignorant.