"Aye, I won't argue with either of those points." Although he's killed plenty of children here in the Arenas. "I try to think that it's better to kill them kindly than let the weak ones suffer, that for those of us in this situation we can only choose between wrongs rather than huddle in a righteous shelter. Do you understand?"

He's shivering, still sopping and cold, and he starts to trudge back towards their lair, shrugging off his jacket. "We best be getting back, dear."