El shook his head, his entire demeanor showed the resignation of a man who had been there. "Honey...there's really no one left in there tha's breathin' an' could use your help. Trust me...I've been through one of those runs an' I wasn't lucky. It's not tha' I wanna be cruel an' drag ya away but there's no use wastin' yer breath on wha's left."

His first Cornucopia entered with him roasted alive, and he'd rather have this kind tribute survive a little longer. Maybe that was cruel of him to think in terms of how useful strangers were.