(Nope, nothing special, just death.

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Bobo looked at them all, trying to keep track of Sabah as others held her. Strangers...He was disgruntled and almost upset by others holding Sabah, because he knew she wouldn't live, he knew this was the end for her. He had held her determinedly in his arms for days, she smelled of death, felt like it. She didn't have her mother, nor did he, and there was no proper replacement. Even if she did live, it didn't seem right. No family besides her brother, living in a wasteland if things didn't improve, was that the life of a human that was worth living?
He sat by the fire, attempting to hear the talking of the others through his silence. He wouldn't take his eyes off of Sabah, he almost felt like a mother himself. And everybody was surrounding her, making him feel uncomfortable.