Natalia bows her head and watches respectfully, though her nose wrinkles. It smells too much like burning meat--burning pork.
And the truth is, she doesn't much understand their speech on dying with honor. Well, she doesn't understand it, but she doesn't much agree. Dead is dead. Why would he want to die at such a young age? How is that honor worth dying for?
And here I am, not even twenty until a couple weeks from now, risking my life when I haven't even had the chance to do anything yet. Am I really that different?
If I died, now, I'd want to be raised like Shiny and Kurt. So I guess that's different.