At the word 'kill,' the boys hesitate markedly, slowing their pace and glancing at one another. They come to a full stop before the cart, as one of them hesitantly speaks. "Please, we are starving. Just give us some food, for the god's sake! You cannot need all of that," he says, gesturing toward the cart.

The other refugees recoil somewhat at the threat as well, and a few of the refugees who had been following the cart back off of the road, into the camp.