"Good luck." Howard doesn't know if he really means it. On the one hand, Rictor seems like a nice guy. On the other, only one can make it out of this arena the Victor. And Howard may not know if he wants to win, but he'd certainly like to put off dying again as long as possible.

Unlike people who treat the threat of other people with a cocky grin. He takes another look at Rictor and sees a corpse, or a hero, although to Howard the two are indistinguishable. One quickly becomes the other, and that's how life goes.

He hesitates for a moment, as if he's going to follow Rictor just because having company is easier than being alone, but instead he starts to trot in the other direction. "Hey, before I go - what's your name?"