Linden glances up furtively, eyes wide. He shakes his head violently back and forth several times.

"No, no, don't guess. Don't forfeit," he begs. "I won't prolong it. I won't toy with you, but we have to finish. Please."

Phillip's skill is the absolute last thing that matters in this strange scenario. What matters is that it's finished, and that it's different from the same game Linden's practically worn grooves into his board compulsively playing over and over again.