The first thought that sparked in his head proved unpleasant, touching close to fury. In a manner uncharacteristic for the U.R.T.V., Nigredo released the hold on Klavier's shirt and proceeded to grab for both forearms. "Klavier," he repeated. "Do I look like the optimist to you? I've seen more deaths than you have. I am not telling you this to appease some wishful thinking."

Nigredo wanted dearly to shake the man, make him realize how idiotic the assumption had been. Klavier, however, was a friend, and he deserved the proper explanation. "Listen to me. Seriously, this time." He managed a staggered exhale. "I've been to the Coliseum once before."