There was some kind of incessant, high-pitched squealing going on inside of Elijah’s head and he realised it was because he kind of wanted to scream. Yes, Elijah was fighting today too, but he was fine. And yes, being hungry did keep a person keen, but it also kept them weak, and easily tired. So he stared at that half a sandwich on his plate, unable to eat it because he was sure the fucking bread would stick in his throat like guilt if he tried.
“I’m up against Robert,” Elijah explained, never taking his eyes off the sandwich. “No worries there.”