"Any final words?" Ben said as he put his knife straight to my throat. I lifted up my arms in surrender.
"For a person who lost his whole tribe, you seem pretty calm". I said nonchalantly, which angered Ben, and caused him to lose focus. I grabbed his knife, and threw it away as I lifted my gun. That's why I always kept to my loneliness. People are a weakness, and thinking about who you lost clouds your judgement.
