I don't know when I started to pay attention to that weak herbivore.
I don't know when I actually faced that weak herbivore and felt my heart beat faster.
I don't know when I became helpless against the tears of that weak herbivore.
I don't know when I actually fell in love with that weak herbivore.
So, what should we do? Just confess.
"Herbivores, if you want me, I'd better kill them."