He stares, searchingly, holding her gaze. There was a time he might have thought her weak. Easy cull. Doomed. Now, he looks down with shame. He closes his eyes and shakes his head.

"AIN'T WANT TO CULL NOBODY NEITHER," He says. I can't, anymore. Feels too bad. Not since I was made a serf. And better that way. He keeps all that quiet.

"Guess we should hope like no one else gets meaning want for strife at with us."