Wyatt exhaled, pausing again to collect his thoughts before he opened his mouth.

"When we first met, we got on well enough, but when talk turned to the games - his first - he told me how he was lookin' forward to it. To the killin'. The way he said it, the way he smiled..." He trailed off, jaw tensing just at the memory.

"I had a woman, before. She was murdered by a man who killed for sport."