"Not someone," he says viciously. "Seth. I gave it to Seth because I was selfish and I wanted to get rid of it and it almost killed him, because it's mine and no one else can shoulder it."

He breaks himself off and looks at the wall, staring hard and with such intensity as if he were physically forcing himself not to look at Daniel.

"Don't apologize," he mutters. "I didn't have to do it." He pulls his knees up to his chest and folds his arms over them for a place to rest his head. "It was a smart move. Even if it does kill us, it'll probably be quicker than getting eaten."

It's so easy to just say shit like that now.