[Now that is something Robb cannot entirely fathom.] My la...Hawke... We have to experience our deaths over and over? [And really, he knows how awful dying can be. To hear the screams of his loved ones and not being able to do anything. The look in his eyes darkens just a little bit when remembering all of that.] Gods...

[Robb's shoulders slump a little.] I would not wish that upon anyone. Friend or foe. It is... [He shakes his head and has to force himself to snap out of it. For his own sake.]

Blood sacrifices? [There is no disbelief in his voice anymore.] Why? For amusement? [Dead or not, Robb does not wish to dance for anyone.]