"They what?" While what Joly had heard before was bad enough, and terrifying, certainly, the thought of holding anyone captive, at the mercy of those in power, subjecting them to watch death was on a whole other level of disgusting, twisted and unnatural. As one who had watched death and been unable to do a thing about it, even with the best of his efforts, the idea that anyone was left to someone's mercy to simply watch that was unthinkable.

"It was enough." He found his voice, and it was remarkably steady, remarkably calm, deceptively so really. "To hear we had been brought to fight for someone's entertainment, but to leave people who are starving hanging on the edge of hope, to make them trust in strangers who they do not even know have their interests at heart, and then to watch their champion die?"

No, that could not be allowed to stand, even if here was not the best place to discuss things like that. If they had the power to arrange this, Joly did not like to think of the power they might exercise against someone who spoke as freely as he'd like to now.

"I see quite why you have made those demands. And I support them. Fully. Let us have a look at our supplies then, and yes, of course, I will take the watch." Marius, from what little he'd registered of him, seemed almost too close to that situation to manage it effectively, so that did leave him while Courfeyrac was gone. "For now, yes, I'm glad to begin checking the supplies." It was something to wrap his head around,and the anger fueled him so much now the terror seemed to be passing for the moment. Not when there was work to do, and people counting on him now.