[ He nods lightly in a quiet agreement, though from his expression, it seems like he does have something else in mind. It's not quite the game he's thinking of in itself, but the fact that he was here at all. The fall is still so vivid in his mind that it's often hard to believe that he can stand here before anyone, and yet, here he is. ]

I do not think we need to accept it. Accepting it would only make us sheep complicit with a slaughter.

[ He's unaware of stumbling upon a touchy metaphor, naturally, and I hate myself that I couldn't think of something else. I'm so sorry. But he shakes his head, smiling to her in a tired way. ]

It's not mine in the first place. You may as well keep it. We do not have to be complicit, but for now... It may be needed again.