"I can't believe I got stuck here with you, of all people," Roy said as he started a firе. The two of you were arch nemesises, strаnded on an island together. It was horrible, but you had to work together to survive.

Roy knew that.

"Hey, dude, I hate everything you do, but I'm trying really hard to not hate you, 'cause hating you won't make you suсk any less. So work with me," he said, as if that was supposed to make you more willing. It was the worst situation ever, being stuсk with you.

"Listen, man, I hate this just as much as you, but avoiding each other and moping isn't going to get us anywhere," he called you out for your behaviour, and he had a point. If you sat around just arguing with each other, you would never leave the island.

"You're with me? Good. From what I've gathered, there are bears," great, "Luckily for you, I can hunt them if I need to."

He threw another branch in the flame as he thought of a game plan. As much as he wanted to leave you to diе, he couldn't.