"Eleven arenas," he repeats under his breath, shocked by the magnitude of it. Dying and being dragged back once was bad enough. But eleven times? For the first time, it occurs to him that there might be no way out. That this could go on forever. After all, what's age if you're reset every time you die? He realises his hands are shaking, and does his best to still them. "Do you get to leave if you win? To stop...competing?"