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Survival demanded sacrifices. They had all known that, when they were taken from Earth. The Doctor would come, sooner or later he would. Mel hadn't given up hope on that.
But how long could they wait with no real food? It had been her who voiced it. The thing none of them wanted to say. Mel had known she would be the one to get the short straw–well twigs they used in place of them.
Because Ibrahim had stacked it so it wouldn't be him or Kate. A soldier's humanity can shred like a snake skin far too easily.
Kate had looked at Mel with apologetic eyes as Mel's hand shook. Mel was going to die. She was going to die and then she would be just meat.