Marius bit on his lower lip. He understood what Joly meant, and in fact could tell a sound argument when one was presented to him, but he still could not reason the illogical stubbornness away.

So he frowned. And then he felt rather guilty of frowning at Joly, who only was looking out for him. He did not know whether there was anything he could say or do that can serve as an arena guide for Joly in return; ever since his first game his intention had simply been to protect someone else at the cost of his life. The manner of death was of little importance.

That goal was no different now. It never will be.

Finally, he let out an almost childish huff, his eyes darting to one side. "Fine."