"It's not your fault," he said honestly, earnestly. "They put us here to die. It is not..." He caught himself pressing his hand over the spot on his chest where the knife had gone in, and yanked it away.
"No. You did not know. But I want to do something, here, before I die again."
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"No. You did not know. But I want to do something, here, before I die again."