"There's beauty in everything," Tanek responded. He briefly considered taking the joint, but he liked the expression on Fisher's face after she had taken a drag. She looked almost elvish, though there was a philosophical edge to it. The clever girl (though not at all like a velociraptor). (Except, maybe she kind of was?) "Baudelaire wrote that in his letters. He was bipolar or something, but he had the right idea. There's beauty in rot, in maggots, in the dark side of life, just as there is in the flowers, the trees, the tall buildings, sunlight dappling freckled skin."
He grinned at her, and when Tanek grinned mischievously. "He also said one should always be drunk, so there's that."
Tanek turned his head to the sky, biting his lip. He considered her question, because his answer to it was not always the same. "No," he said, finally, "no. I don't... I know most of them were killed the night Sorin was, when he rescued everyone there. He didn't want me involved, he wanted me to shield me from them." He shrugged. "I've never killed anyone. Sounds like a lofty goal, right?"