"You will not," insists Cascia, though fuck knows if whatever Simonides is can swim. Fuck knows if goats can swim, but it's shallow here so it doesn't matter. "You've got how many people standing around? We're not going to stand here and watch you drown." Because rescuing a floundering whatever-he-is would be so easy for a goat, and so non-mortifying for Simonides, too.

Peter shakes his head. "Doesn't surprise me," he says. "From what I hear the Rebels get up to the same kind of thing, too. It would've been weird if the people giving out handouts didn't have some kind of hidden agenda."