text: You scissors your fingers across Rick's outstretched hand just to emphasize your win. Rick looks pained, and not just from losing at Rock, Paper, Scissors: He really thinks his passageway is the right one to take. He glances at Ben again, and again, Ben shrugs. He's the type of guy who learned a long time ago just to go with the flow, that winning battles against those closest to you always gives you an empty kind of victory.
  
  There's a lot at stake in this moment: your ability to get out of the cave, not to mention the strength of your friendships with these guys. What happens next in part depends on what's happened in the past, how you've been to each other up till this moment. Remember when Rick asked you to help him work on his car exhaust? What did you tell him?
  > You said no at the time, but you're going to lie because you think it might give you a better outcome.
  "You know what?" you say. "I'm sure mine's the right one, and just to prove it to you, we're not going to take it."
  
  "Wait. Did you just say we're not going to take it?" Ben asks.
  
  "That's right. Not. As in ain't. Gonna. Take it."
  
  "Sweet!" yells Rick. "That means, I win! Let's go, boys." He picks up his gear and heads down the passageway.