His mouth opens to speak. Then closes. She looks... Messiahs but he hates himself for it like nothing else, she looks pitiful- no he doesn't pity her, not even close, but that's how she looks. It makes him want to avert his gaze, turn away, walk the fuck away.

And then she speaks.

"Disciple, you're bleeding too damn much, be all about drawing every motherfucking creature what all is down this arenaside. GONNA DRAW EVERY DAMN THING ON HERE FOR THE CULL AND--" He looks to Gamzee. He needs this place. He needs this spot. It's the only place safe enough for him right now. "It won't last eternal, come on, sister."