"You're suggesting we are all destined to end up as trapped souls on this ship? Now, really, that's too much. I can't believe it."

But the boy's head, whispers the voice of doubt in him. And the knife did indeed move on its own. How is he supposed to make sense of it? Magic? Real magic? There's must be some other explanation. Surely, there must?

"Besides, this is all a little elaborate for such a scheme, isn't it? If we are merely fuel for a fire, why provide anything but the necessities?"