- The punishment continued for eleven days. I was dirty, achy, and barely rested. Sleeping deeply was prohibited and for some reason I couldn't anyway. All night my mind stayed active and alert sifting through my family's memories.
- The men weren't that concerned by their own circumstance, but worried about me. A human, they believed, was too weak to live this way.
- Their opinion resolved me to make the best of this. I remembered seeing stories on the television about how some humans lived. They subsisted on mountains in worse conditions than I was in now. My weakness embarrassed me, so I focused on the positive.