[ He's already accepted the reality they find themselves in. Speculation, he's having trouble with — but the reality, he gets. And there's a kind of comfort, however cold it is, in being around someone else who doesn't have time for denial. Strength in numbers. Which they don't really have, but, better than nothing.

He glances back at her when she speaks again. Away, following her lead, when she looks out at the guards. And when they look away, he moves that much of a fraction closer to her. A small movement; probably not one anyone's really going to catch unless they're watching specifically for it. ]

Heard about that. [ His voice matches hers in volume. ] This whole thing feels like it's gearing up for human sacrifices. And I don't see a way we win here.

[ Yeah, you can accept what's probably going to happen to you — but it doesn't mean you can't at least try to land a good blow or two on your way out, if that's what this is. ]