"Nothing."
"Okay...," he says, not understanding where I'm going with this. Of course he doesn't. He wasn’t here when the girls were being raped on a nightly basis.
"There's no crying. No calls for me to help them. No soft, broken whimpers in the corner or out there." I nod toward the camp, which of course he can't see. "You did that. You saved them. I know you’re here because of me, but you have to know, to understand what you did for them and me. Thank you. Thank you for taking them away from this shit hole."
A long pause of silence stretches before he says, "You haven't asked where they are."
"They're not here. That's what matters."
"But you are."
Ignoring that bit of truth, I go back to eating. When I'm done, I lie back to savor the glorious silence.