“Which am I?” She questioned softly as she reached out to take the half, having noticed him holding it out in an offering for her. Turning her attention to the bread in hand, she pushed her thumb through the crust to pull some of it apart as she spoke. “I hate to say it but I’m one who would do anything to survive. I’m no weakling. Well—” Cutting herself off, she pulled a piece of the bread away from the loaf and threw it out to the water, a small yet genuine smile curling her lips as she watched the ducks. It took a few moments before her mind found it’s way back to what she was saying, the smile slowly falling from her lips as a sigh escapes her. “I’m weak in certain aspects - Like every person. I can through away my inhibitions to do what it takes to survive but then… Well, some people would find that weak.”
As she spoke, his hands broke free pieces of stale bread—bread which he had gotten for cheap coin, but the ducks hardly seemed to notice any difference. It seemed like a distant dream, the memory of putting bread in his own mouth. One he did not care to revisit on the behalf of ensuring ducks were fed quality bread, especially considering the consequences it might entail. “Hate?” he repeated quietly, as he flicked a piece of bread to the ducks. “Why hate to say you are a survivor”, he queried, an eyebrow being arched in quiet question, even as he did not look to the stranger. The woman. Most people would not pause to join a stranger by the water, but she had. Perhaps she would do anything to survive, but it did not stop her from living. Did not stop her from speaking to strangers, like someone paranoid of even a breath wrong. “Unless surviving means at the cost of others. Some might think wrong of that”, he mused out idly, tossing another piece of bread, further out into the water. Time to hustle, little duckies, he thought.
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