"Too much booze can poison you, too," Ivarr pointed out. "I read about it. Alcohol poisoning. Humans have their vices. So do horses." Though for the ordinary horses he knew now, that was only things like cribbing or weaving. "I feel like humans have been destroying the environment since they began. It is unlikely to stop until it is too late." He was a firm believer in humans being the monsters, not creatures like him.
His brows knit together as he listened to Eric, the remainder of the drink in his glass disappearing down his gullet. It was disturbing to think that he might be turning into a human. "I don't know how much I like that idea. I don't want to turn into one of them. I'm not supposed to be neutral." He groaned, leaving the empty glass beside him and flopping down on his back, staring up at the sky. "I get it anyway. What you are trying to say. I have been in this human body more often for the past 100 years for that reason. To survive." Ivarr lifted his head to look over at Eric. "Good in me now, huh?" He looked amused. "Never woulda guessed that to happen."