Sleep? What's that? A new type of casserole?
No hope, is worse than fear.
It's a dirty way to fight, but I'm late for lunch.
Lying to yourself is easy, too. I know. It's much harder to stay and deal with consequences.
Being a scrub was undesirable and hard work, living in crowded conditions with no privacy and just being one of many. Undistinguishable.
I remembered my little brother, Allyn, had appeared so innocent and angelic when he slept--similar to Kerrick. It must be a survival tactic. If Allyn hadn't looked so sweet, we would have killed him while he slept. He had been pure evil when he was awake--similar to Kerrick.