But... [His voice cracks from overuse, but at least it's quiet now. Pathetic and small, and still he trembles. Drael is trying to make him look, trying to hold his gaze, but he can't keep from glancing time and again to the spot where that poor woman had... where she'd...] She would have left, Drael, you didn't have to...! It's just easier to you! Why did you... you thought that had to be the only way? Th-there has to be...

[Some other way? Of course not. The gamemakers made it perfectly clear - they will entertain the audience, in one manner or another. Who knows what might have happened if Drael had let her leave.]

I... I can't do this... [It's the last thing he manages before breaking into sobs once more, limbs loose and face pressed to the curve of Drael's neck. The first day, and he is already utterly defeated.]