"You won't die. Just live. Be happy. Don't let them control you. Small victories. Just... don't go to the underground. I can't have you dying. Not you too."
"Yep. Sometimes I'll put in some actual cheese or American cheese. Or those little hot dogs filled with cheese, but chopped up. Ya know?" Elan paused. "Actually no. You don't know. Never mind."
"Thanks." He said, grinning. "Wouldn't wanna burn myself for the millionth time." He carefully chops up a cube of butter, and dumps it in along with the milk and cheese powder, stirring it around.
"A dictatorship rarely falls from the inside, but there is always feeble resistance. It gets wiped out, but there will always be some kind of underground."