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"
Warm
,
"
said
the
captain
.
"
It
is
.
"
"
You
comfortable
up
here
?
"
"
Quite
.
"
"
How
long
do
you
think
you
can
hold
out
?
"
"
About
twelve
men
’
s
worth
.
"
"
Why
didn
’
t
you
kill
all
of
us
this
morning
when
you
had
the
chance
?
You
could
have
,
you
know
.
"
"
I
know
.
I
got
sick
.
When
you
want
to
do
a
thing
badly
enough
you
lie
to
yourself
.
You
say
the
other
people
are
all
wrong
.
Well
,
soon
after
I
started
killing
people
I
realized
they
were
just
fools
and
I
shouldn
’
t
be
killing
them
.
But
it
was
too
late
.
I
couldn
’
t
go
on
with
it
then
,
so
I
came
up
here
where
I
could
lie
to
myself
some
more
and
get
angry
,
to
build
it
all
up
again
.
"
"
Is
it
built
up
?
"
