Although the old man has just shocked the other internees—and likely the reader—with his account of what’s happened since the epidemic started, he keeps his composure and quickly returns to the hopeful, positive side of things. This, in turn, helps the other internees remain calm. In fact, his storytelling game offers a rare moment of collective reflection for the internees, who get a chance to share their individual experiences in a way that they have generally been denied throughout their time in quarantine. Whereas the soldiers’ narratives about these internees have dehumanized and degraded them, when they are given the chance to narrate their own experiences, the internees reclaim their humanity. Indeed, this plays out on a smaller scale within the conversation: the person who keeps guessing the painter’s nationality is trying and failing to hijack the speaker’s story. Although the things that this speaker remembers seeing clearly could not all coexist in the same painting, his point is not to accurately describe what he saw, but rather to claim his individual narrative—his voice. Meanwhile, the Government’s promise seems both empty and foreboding: while “unity and national salvation” are needed, everybody in the book seems to understand that the existing state cannot provide it.