He obeys without any attempt to justify why his back is so tense. In truth, he's felt pent up like this since before he died, since before they'd been cornered in back in Paris. It's not easy to relax, he's so used to being on edge, but he'll do his damnedest.

"So, in a sense, the Arena is life, is it not? We must all watch our loved ones die or know that we will die before they do." He looks over his shoulder at her.