Dexter and I looked at each other.
I knew he was trying to ease my worries, but how was that possible in a situation like this?
"There weren't a lot of resources left on the ship. At this rate, it'll be difficult for us to last until help arrives," Jimmy said quietly. He was implying that we give Dexter up in exchange for a lifeline.
I stared at him coldly. "Why don't you sacrifice yourself, then?"
"It's not like I want to do this either. But I can't possibly turn myself in." He waved his hand in the air. It was uninjured. He could not possibly be the president.
"What exactly did you get on this ship for, Jimmy?" I shot him a cautious look.
He was a very smart man. Since he could remain so relaxed the entire time, it could only mean that he had mentally prepared himself beforehand.
