It seemed counter-intuitive to give Initiate a bone, a weakness in the foundation for him to smash. But facts were facts, and Signless would tell the truth as well. Psii's voice came out thin and dry.

"I don't remember being hith. It hathn't happened to me yet I think. I don't have a claim, tho thtop talking about it. The whole country can hear, you fucking idiot. And I—I don't want to think about it. I jutht want to help SS'th moirail and get the hell out of here."

Where "here" was exactly—the cave, the arena, the country—he didn't know. In times of danger, Psii didn't want to think about quadrants of all things, least of all the quadrant that gave Psii the most grief. It was hard to have feelings jams in cramped slave quarters. Even after he left that behind, there was still a whole lot of baggage he and a potential moirail would have to wade through.

"And you thtill can't tell me what to do. Maybe I'm tired of killing. Maybe I'm tired of leaving otherth behind to die. Maybe you should go fuck yourthelf."

On that classy note, Psii hauled himself over to the kit to look for bandages. They were going to need quite a few.