"Why did I expect anything else?" he muttered, taking a step back. Had be been privy to Tom's thoughts he would be horrified. Grantaire was many things but taking pleasure in another's death was not in him and never would be.

"If it is all the same to you I would rather be taken by chance, I have been executed once already and found the experience wholly unsatisfying." Only because he had woken up again, in this hellish pit, forced to walk these damn halls and play at survival.

Details not worth sharing.

His eyes dropped down the the knife in Tom's hand, the corners of his mouth tightening and he watched Tom, wary and miserable.