"I fight because I have to," Armand admitted. "I learned on the streets of Paris when I was a boy." That was the kind of fighting one never forgot. It wasn't a lot of help against people who were armed. "Last night, two friends of mine were teaching me how to block attacks. That is how you learn. Not picking fights with people who want to break your bones."

Now he was lecturing the boy. This had to stop. He pulled out the small box of juice and shook his head at it. "I'm sorry. It's not any of my business. I just think violence for its own sake is a waste of time. Not when we're all trapped here."