"Thats right" Sabbath looked at Mason. "Nobody should die" he restated. "As long as we are smart and stick together our chances of survival are higher." He glanced at Nells, he knew she was their loose cannon with matters of constraint. "Soo, that means, no rash moves without telling the group" he held her gaze. "Just remember that Nells, If you wan't to help save Mason here. Its worse for him being the smallest if we get split up or punished for bad behaviour. After all, its survival of the fittest"

He looked at Mason, "We've been here for almost a month, so I guess we should introduce ourselves, we'll be seeing a lot of each other, I gather... I'm Sabbath" he gave him a wan smile.

Introductions over, Sabbath wandered over and sat beside Nells on the bench. He put his arm around her shoulders. He knew her spirits were waning. "We'll make it out. You'll see. We're survivors, don't let them break you down" he reassured her. Despite their hunger, Sabbath reasoned that physically they were in OK shape, but, the mind was going to be a bigger hurdle. He knew she was beating herself up. "You can stop blaming yourself too" he added. "No one has the right to steal us off the street no matter what street it happens to be. Knockturn Alley or not. They are in the wrong, not us. I refuse accept the blame, we are the victims here" He slammed the wooden bench with his hand, his anger besting him "Screw them! I want to see them suffer for this, even if I have to learn dark magic myself to see it through" He fell silent and looked down, regretting his outburst and thinking out loud.