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(O, a tired-looking person with large eyes, sits on the floor of the bare space nearby. Others are visible also sitting on the floor)

O: Y’get accustomed to it. After a while.

SPONDULE: We- we had such good food. (Pained) They took it...

O: Ain’t serve you to think thus, boy. Get y’self together. (Turning away) All that’s passed, now.

SPONDULE: This is the, uh... barracks.