"Maybe if you live in the twelfth century or some shit." He told her rolling his eyes. Because seriously how backwards was that.

But frowned again at the mention of Mona. He didn't like bullies, and she sounded like one. And she was right, he wasn't going to let anyone die. Including himself.

"Look all I've got is more oatmeal and potato flakes. I don't have that much more to give."