Lucky for the Signless, he was smart enough to freeze. This reminded him much, much too much of the last arena, when Terezi had got him from behind with that carefully-sharpened wire, except this would be even messier if he made a misstep. He swallowed nervously, his throat pressing against the blade.

"Hello, Guy. My name is Signless, and I'll do my best to answer what I can."

And it was true, really. He felt bad for no one more than he felt bad for those who were new and scared and still coming to terms with a new situation they probably didn't even fully understand. He'd been there, once.