Anna liked to eat.
She would always wipe clean her plate of hopes and dreams because someone she loved put a limit on a world she just wanted to be a part of.

Nate wore a muzzle.
He often had barked but now was forced to swallow the words that held so much meaning because his most beloved companion didn't want to listen.

Sam shoved.
Pushing down those little feelings of uncertainty and cowardice. How helpless hope was against the rallying army of the Sad and Meek. Sam, what a bully.