Maybe we could SAVE ourselves. Maybe we are not, as one might think, devoid of HoPe. Maybe, impossibly, things can skew in a different fashion. Maybe you can be something other than a plot device, an obstacle to block the way.

Maybe the Game has changed.

Maybe it doesn't have to this way.

He has left them little choice but to think it over. And in doing so, he performs for them one last cruelty. One last parting shot, the lowest blow imaginable.

He leaves them to their thoughts.

How pitiful.