Psii actually stopped to turn and stare at Signless. A dragon?

Just nights ago he'd been with Disciple and the rest of their little family. Psii had to remind himself that this was a Signless who had been without his beloved for much, much longer than that. Even so, he'd come blindly running instead of cynically assuming it was a robot. Psii was shaken and angry that they had put effort into tactics sure to prey on anyone with half a heart. Wasn't it enough that they were told to kill each other? The Gamemakers were more like Subjugglators than Psii thought: They had a twisted sense of humor.

"They played uth." The taste was bitter. "Maybe from now on we should have a code word for when we're being attacked, tho we don't mithtake each other for robotth. Thtill," he added sarcastically, glaring into the distance, "nithe to know that if another Tribute doethn't finish uth off, a shitload of other terrifying predatorth are waiting in line to get the job done."

Speaking of Tributes....

"Even with all that shit, that clown ith thtill the motht terrifying thing I've run into in here."