[It's definitely a terrifying thought since at home everyone protected each other. They were on each other's sides. Yet here... here she knows... friendships can be made yet... when will people die? When will they... betray one another?

She doesn't want to think like that. She wants to think they'll all get out, yet she knows. She knows. She knows.]

Yes, we do. I want to live and I'll fight to live, yet-- [She pauses in her words, wondering if she should really say what she's thinking.] --it's okay if I have to die. If it means others get the chance to live, then it's okay.