Joel sighs, almost feeling sorry for the guy. As much as he can feel sorry for anyone anymore, at least. "If there is, they would never tell us," he points out frankly. "This is the tenth arena since they started bringin' in people from other worlds. There aren't many left who remember the first one, though, far as I know. Wyatt, maybe, he's been here a damn long time. And there's some that make it a point not to kill, I think. On principle, or whatever. But keep in mind, they'll only keep you alive as long as they find you entertaining."