"When faced with death, would you think twice about which action seemed less traumatic at that point in time or just do anything necessary to survive?"
The question surprised both of us. He stared back at me without saying a word.
Then he slowly exhaled, shaking his head ever so lightly.
'Too much to handle?'
I patiently waited for his response.
With an almost audible huff, he said, "I never thought someone else shared similar circumstances."
That statement came close to sounding accusatory, though I knew well enough not to take offense.
After all, we were talking about survival instincts versus moral values.
Both men lived under different sets of rules. One is based on honor, whereas the other governs actions taken during times of crisis.
"You don't seem half as bad as I thought you to be, Miss Cecile," he added quietly, still staring straight ahead.
