[ That earns a petulant, immature eyeroll. He's too tired to stop himself from trying to issue a correction. ]

Not an execution. A volcano, like -- rituals, like they've been talking about. [ Actually, on second thought, he's also too tired to continue the argument and drops it unceremoniously with a sigh. ] ... ugh, never mind.

[ It's followed by a moment of listless staring into the fire before he mumbles, ]

Pisses me off that you people are all so calm about this. Dying, or slavery. Whichever one it is.