Sigma shakes his head in frustration. "Eponine, there's no way out from here," he growls. He had come to the bow of the ship to search for a way up, but it seemed they would have to backtrack. "Sabriel has already inspected the theatre and we are at a dead end. We must all head back the way we came if we wish to escape. Listen: The three of us will stay here for a minute. We will give you a head start, and then we will try and escape, ourselves. Does that seem fair to you? ...Sabriel? Initiate?"

He guides the troll through the threshold of the theatre, leaving Eponine in the hall by herself. He looks to Sabriel and the Initiate with guilt, knowing how precious every second was as the Arena reached its end, but they were wasting more time standing here and fighting. He was very proud of the two of them for handing the situation as well as could be expected, and he made a mental note that his two allies seemed to get along. He holds his breath as he waits for their answers. Just one minute wouldn't kill them, surely?