She rests her chopsticks on the side of her plate, letting her hand tip his way. is it easier? She doesn't know. Annie cannot fathom what it really means to live for ones own self, and in a way, she wonders if that's not what he's sussing out. What a monster does when not being monstrous.

She'd love to know. Maybe he has better answers.

"I don't know. I don't understand what it means, to 'just live our lives for ourselves.' How do you do that?" She lays another few of the vegetables on the small grill, expression softer than usual. "How do you learn to do such a thing? What separates living from surviving? What defines 'for yourself' when most of us are selfish as it is?"