[Deacon finally acquired a pair of sunglasses from the Ingress, and even though it's the middle of the night, he's wearing them. His work has kept him pretty nocturnal for years and that's never stopped him from keeping his shades practically glued to his face, even while taking sniper shots in the dark. He stays away from the edge, however. He and heights have never got along. So he sits on the fabricated ground a few feet away from Ava as he speaks and watches the whales.]

It was bad enough when they were killing living things just so people could get their wacky fun high, but knowing that they're not just animals...it's murder.

I wonder if the hunters would listen if we told them what they were doing, but then I remember this thing I read once, about how "it's difficult to get a person to understand a thing when their livelihood depends on them not understanding it." [Not an exact quote, but it's close enough.]