"Oh, but you see.." Annora leans into Andrew's face, staring directly into his eyes. "It doesn't matter whether he's 'nice' or not, it matters if we get enough to eat." Annora gripped Andrew by the throat, shoving him further in the wall. "Stop trying to play mister nice guy here. That bullshit makes me sick."

Sam toughed his jaw. "It's fine." He spat out, keeping his face sullen but sending a grateful glance at Andrew. "If I'm going to die, I'm going to die. So be it." Sam cowered on the inside, but tried to remain composed on the outside.