"Huh? So you don't like it?" Guts had never had any time for any artistic pursuits beside poking shapes in dirt or maybe shaving sticks into points with a knife.

"I don't think anyone expected this thing to go so far. Such things wouldn't have been unnecessary then..."

He sighs. "Its fine. Little shit got a rise outta me way to easy. I ain't mad at you about it kid."

He glares a little at the bag. "You might understand that sheep also piss me off a bit now."