I killed her children. I destroyed her home, and I killed her children. And all she did was build her home in a little corner of the territory I considered mine. She was no threat to me, I simply didn't want her and her brood there. I did it while she was away, working to provide for her children. When she came back, they weren't there any more. She looked for them, but they were gone. And gone with them was all her hope for the future. Now she will die as a failure, alone.

I wonder how many vegans would look in those emotionless and cold, alien eyes of hers, and feel enough of their much-advertised compassion not to do exactly as I did...