Sascha had only a moment to enjoy his own sharp wit before he was reminded of his mortality. His anger still burned brightly in his chest, but as the bigger boy approached, the more it was dampened by real fear. Shooting a glare at Wes, who was egging the running back on, Sascha made himself sit up straighter. The corners of his mouth turned sharply downward at the sight of Tim's fists tightening.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of," replied the boy with a forced smile, his tone thoroughly patronizing. "It's perfectly natural."
He was going to be killed today. Might as well go down fighting.