What about what he lives for, Squire? Isn't that the true measure of a man, what he lives for? - Arthur M. Jolly

The answer is what the answer always is, that we are animals, that at the end we turn on each other, tearing each other apart. To survive. Throw Lubov to the men in the guard shack like a scrap of meat to a pack of wolves... why not, it is for survival. Fight, kill each other, over the warmth of the stove? Of course - it is survival. I refuse to survive. But I will live.

I thought I would try my hand at sailing. It was too small and kept sinking, so I decided to try a boat instead.

You'll find, young Jim, that there are two measures of a man. Only two. What he will die for...and what he will kill for. You made your choice aboard the Hispaniola.