If Andreas Came With Fresh Supplies

He turned away from the water, his mind again in turmoil. If Andreas came with fresh supplies next week, there would be no need for fish. He needn’t kill, not even those cold-blooded, suspicious, greedy creatures which – he reckoned – had less developed nervous systems than other animals hunted or slaughtered for food. When he’d told Andreas that he had become a vegetarian and explained (half-jokingly, realising how odd it sounded) about the less developed nervous systems, the old man hadn’t quite shaken his head but had shot a look at him as though he were a mental case.
‘You shouldn’t push things too far, Avni,’ he’d said after a second or two. ‘How are you going to survive up there without hunting or fishing?’