Alyxander was tormented by the ticking past of unknown time as well. Without any way to keep track of it, there was no hope of knowing what time it had become. He stared steadily at the ground most of the time, seeming lost in thought, or just hopeless. His eyes were without most light, though there was a tiny spark. "They shall not tell us, they don't think we already know of our fate. It is probably planned that we would be caught off guard and reduced to begging for mercy if we are suddenly told of impending deaths."