Luke didn't feel things the way most people did. He didn't really feel things at all. There was a joy in killing because power was power, but there wasn't a real happiness that came along with it.

At least the guy didn't call him out on the no killing thing being Catholic too. The one girl did. Quite a bit. Before the accident.

Luke drinks the water as he eats, eyes mostly cast down.

"Hey, dude. Dude, whatever. I don't-- whatever. So. Where do you fight these zombies at?"