The ghoul’s eyes filled with tears. "How else can I look at it? I don’t kill,
Peter. I eat those who have died. Society says that’s evil, and they shun me for
it. But it is what I am. So now I kill to survive. Do I have a choice? I love 
surviving, Peter. You’re a survivor, aren’t you? You know what I mean. Here we
are, thrown by the universe outside the normal bounds—and we’re still alive.
We’re extraordinary.