"I don't kill them, if that's what you think." He said, starting to lose patience with her attitude. He had never created an animal, then killed it. If he made it, failure or not, he wasn't just going to kill it. She seemed to just think he was a terrible, merciless man even though she was sitting comfortably on some hay, complete with a den and a bowl of fresh meat, plus clean water because that's how he wanted the animals to live, he wanted them to have a happy life if they stayed here. "Anyway, you seem to have forgotten that I said I'd set you free even though I could keep you as long as I'd like and not care how you felt, so I'll just leave now. Be ready to leave Monday." He said and got up to leave.