[ Carver watches her for a long, silent moment. It’s occurred to him, in a distant sort of way, that maybe no one else here ever survived the fall. That maybe no one else could understand the totality of it, or care to.
Then: ]
You ever been hungry enough you’d kill someone with a rock for their supplies? It’s like that.
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Then: ]
You ever been hungry enough you’d kill someone with a rock for their supplies? It’s like that.
[ His voice is soft. Matter of fact. ]