[The last thing he expected to have to do is babysit a princess in a murder arena. Honestly, what is his life? But his conscience, buried as it may be, couldn't just let her suffer.

But the more time that passes and he watches her, the more he realizes it's futile. The first aid kit doesn't have near enough shit to take care of her, and he's not a miracle worker with his stitches. Eventually it becomes clear that she isn't going to make it, and that she is in fact suffering.]

Well... shit.

[He realizes the best option here is to kill her himself. Why would he just let her suffer, when he can put a stop to it? He lets out a sigh. Whoever sent the first aid is gonna be disappointed.

Sucks to be them.]

Y'all wanted me to play hero, but I ain't hero material. Sorry 'bout it.

[Bro knows that Anna can't really hear him, nor would she even understand what he's talking about. He takes his butcher knife in hand and moves closer to her, trying to figure out the best way to do it. Either way you slice her, she'll feel some sort of pain.

Maybe if he breaks her neck?

Yeah, he thinks that would be good. So he sets the knife down, and moves behind her.

She doesn't seem too alert, so he thinks if he can just lift her up gently, enough so that he can get a good grip on her, then she won't notice. It might just seem like he's shifting her into a comfortable position.

But then he does the opposite, and takes her by the head once she's sat up, and give her head a heavy twist. He can feel the crack of her neck, and that's worse than the sound. Bro grimaces, and lets her body down gently, taking a step back.]

Nothing personal, kid. I tried. Sorry.

[Bro doesn't linger after that, leaving the house quickly. There's a strange heaviness there that he wants to get away from.]