"No," he whispers, voice so weak it's barely audible. He doesn't know how much time has passed, how long he spent in the blackness of the thing's belly, how long it's been since he ate or drank, but he feels like he's barely clinging to consciousness, and it's only fear of the beast curled close against him that's keeping him from succumbing to the darkness. "If I was alone... I could die."