Many many years ago a young man came upon a small lame creature in the woods.
The youth had been hunting for food and was fully prepared to kill for his dinner. This was the nature of his world. Every week he would leave his home and wander purposefully through the trees and meadows in search of a life that he could end for his own purposes. The repeated pattern of spotting and stalking his prey, the complete engagement in the kill and reward of a successful hunt was a regular and comfortable thing for him. He would eviscerate his victim, flaying the skin from its still warm carcass, and pack up the dismembered pieces to feed himself and head home again, not to return for as long as the meat lasted.
The world existed for him to pillage to satisfy the needs of his family. This was the truth his father taught him. This was his truth.
But suddenly this small, half dead creature did not fit comfortably into the pattern.