You know what? I'm not. I'm angry. He's a child. He doesn't like being on his own. He's been back for less than a day. He was exhausted all day yesterday from chopping trees, and now he's going to miss his ration box.
I don't know where we are, or if we're supposed to solve some kind of riddle to leave, or something. But isn't it possible that the answer is a mass civilian uprising? Because I have a hammer, a sickle, and a multitool, and I am very prepared to fire the first shot in this war on Christmas.