"Oh, I know," Kanan replied, "assuming the animals from this galaxy are anything similar to the ones from my own. I've noticed enough strange little parallels, I'm beginning to wonder if the differences are only superficial."

He shrugged. He wasn't saying it was great that they killed to eat at all, but if he had to choose between a non-sentient and something that he'd had a conversation with, it was really no contest.

"If I'm given the choice, though, I'll pick something I've never really had an opportunity to connect to." He glanced up at the waiter as his meal arrived, and then gave Hannibal a wry smile. "Or the salad. I'm pretty sure the salad doesn't have feelings."