Is that really so bad? Yehudit thinks, and winces at the thought. She shouldn't have such terrible thoughts, especially when she knows they are hers and not just someone else's.

"I know..." Her eyes soften, hands lowering the fish to her lap. She had seen people starve before. The agony in their contorted expressions, the raving animal thoughts and instincts that take over near the end... They become savage beyond all reason.

She... doesn't want to end up that way, either.