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There was no way to avoid being eaten.
We were trapped on an island, with no way of leaving. The Gak would catch and eat both of us, one way or another.
"I'll let you choose," it was saying, "who's going to be eaten first."
A choice. Another choice, between me and Bastille this time.
Who would live and who would die?
It was down to us to choose, just like it had been with me and my father when Biblioden before.
I would not be a coward again. Someone else would not die because of me.
"Me," I said.