[This happened a month into the journey towards ashenport city. On the way they ran out of food as it seems that Sigurd is a glutton.]
"Your going to help me hunt sig, don't you think your getting for eating the three month supply of food, and that extra month was for safety if starving."
"But I was hungry."
[Adam pulls Sigurd shirt collar. ]
"Then it's time to burn off some weight brother."
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They go to an open field as they can spot wild cattle roaming around the pastures. Adam points at one of the larger bull and sends him to get it. Sigurd calmly approach the bull but he is spotted. It's starts shaking it's head ready for a fight as it charges towards him at full speed. Sig plants his feet to the ground and covers his hands with aura. He catches the bull by the horns mid charge and stops it in its tracks and starts to wrestle with it and forcefully pushes it to the ground. Sig uses enough force to kill it and starts dragging it's corpse to the camping ground.
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[Later as Adam is doing the slaughtering at the camp.]
"So how was the bull's strength, was is strong for you to handle or was it not enough."
"Can't say I felt anything but at it's last moment it got very strong."
"That was it's last stand."
"What you mean."
"I'm saying that, it knew it was going to die, so it's mind gave it's all to die hurting you, or take you along with it."
"Are humans the same?"
"In a sense yes. The fear of death in a mac can push them to do beyond the normal means. Everyone has it."
"What about you then, do you feel it when your close to death."
[It does quiet for a second while Adam removes the internal organs.]
"Not really, I'm the few that doesn't have that feeling."
"Why not, you seem normal to me, does it make you any less human."
"Cause I lost that feeling a long time ago, but it still makes me who I am."