He felt like he was at school. Girls giggling in the distance made him remember the jokes, the insults, the punches... he felt like he was in hostility around these girls, even though his sister had just died. They didn't seem to care, just like how no one at school cared about him or how his father beat him. Anaya on the other hand, seemed different. She offered him some beans, and he grabbed the plate, holding it. He was hungry, but didn't want to eat. He just held the bowl, staring into the fire.<br/><br/>After a short time he said nothing to them as he laid the bowl down. He went into a distant area of the camp, laid out his sleeping bag, got in and closed his eyes. Though he doubted he'd get any sleep. He held onto his knife, and thought of his sister.