His heart doesn't stop. This ain't being nothing what he's never known before. But he's always known it from another perspective. He's known it from the viewer of the conqueror, the inquisitor, the torturer, the general. He's known if from a place stubborn and assured and heart longing of vengeance and mind full with fury. And so when he hears it now, his eyes go wide and his mouth falls upon.

He's never seen a rebellion live.

"SIGMA, WHAT DO YOU MEAN? Annihilation? OF THE TRIBUTES?" Realisation starts to dawn. "Of thirteen," He breathes. "OUR ONLY ALLIES." He waits for Sigma to tell him otherwise. He knows damn well that Sigma won't. His heart is already making on running far away from him, lest it be culled alongside.