Though it goes slowly, Karkat's expression falls. Live to a hundred, hah. "I don't know," he says, a little too soft, a little too distant, and then his interest is suddenly on the dinky umbrella in his glass of juice.

"I knew the basic premise already," he brushes on. "The two tribute thing, and the outdoor aspect--that's why I was watching, to get an idea what that ice arena might be like, because some guy on a program I don't even remember hinted about it being some kind of throwback round. Doing it this way just sounds exhausting. It is for me, and that's with the total reset after death."