Kain stares, expecting that final blow to come... when it doesn't, when he hears the clatter of the weapon on the ground, he realizes that he's in for a far worse fate than simply dying out here. He's been through enough deaths now to be... well, not used to it, you never got used to it. But he'd know what to expect if the Initiate had only just ended it then and there. Blacking out, awakening alive and well in the Capitol.

Instead, it's the worst possible thing imaginable: torture. A slow, brutal death.

The scream that Kain lets out echoes around the area as the claws dig into the deep, bleeding wound. There are tears and more screams as the excruciating pain continues. To make matters worse, he definitely still knows in the back of his head that people are watching this, that he's losing all dignity in front of however many are seeing this unfold. The more that the Initate squeezes and claws and crushes, the more he roars in anguish.

"...backstabbing... isn't right..." He pauses, panting and gasping and then lets out a long moan. Yet it's distressing just how much exactly like him all of that about being a troll had sounded. At one time, he'd been willing to survive at all costs, no matter what else happened... he'd betrayed many of his close allies, stabbed his best friend in the back. He moans again, the words coming out in the midst of that, "...end it..."