People confused Sal. Humans confused Sal. He wasn't not human, but he certainly didn't share the same perspective as others. No one in thirteen, fourteen years had ever said anything to that effect. Even Jazz never got so sentimental. Sal didn't know what to do with this. Did you insult someone who opened up like this? Or did you shoot them and put them out of their misery?
People were strange.
"Dead things, artifical things....there's humanity to everything. You can't kill it." Sal sighed, scratching his nose, hoping he didn't sound too preachy. "I know you've tried. I can tell."
Moving off the tree, Sal offered to take the bird carcasses from Light. "The harder you try to kill your humanity, the harder it tries to hang in there. I ain't one to talk, but hang on to it just a little bit more. Keeps the insanity from creeping in. We all need it in doses." He paused. "Don't tell anyone I gave you friendly advice or I'll shoot your balls off."