[At last, Zelgadis sets the meat down. The kitten pounces on it, as if it needed to be subdued, and begins to gnaw on the edge of the patty.]

I see. I've never really thought about it...

I always lived on the road. I could never take care of an animal like this.

[And there's the ever-present question of, well, can he? If he returns to life, goes back to his old lifestyle...]