His brow furrows as he listens to her, stare equally parts incredulity and horror. When she paused, looking at him expectantly, he wasn't even really certain where to begin there was so much wrong.

"You would take your own people, force them to kill each other, force the others to watch the murders, and then reward them with basic necessities?" He paused, as if hoping she might interrupt and correct him. "...And now? What happens if we lose? They're just allowed to starve?"