"Then don't win," Maximus said, calmly. He didn't pull his eyes from her, could read the frustration and desperation in her shoulders. "You can fight, unlike some. There are some for whom the games are an endless torture. You never have to win. There is always forfeit."

He spoke evenly, even though what he meant was in essence suicide. Just because there was a chance you could come back, did not make it certain.

"But as said, not all return. Sometimes your life is forfeit with the game."