She felt a bit bitter and sad at that moment but decided to just lock all of those emotions away. Her goal now was to get her revenge and maybe Theraida could help her do that, "If we escape with the plan I am coming up with, you won't have to worry about coin. You'll be opening your own shop by the time we make it out..." She turned to look at him as he mentioned a plan, â€œSo you donâ€™t want the riches and glory of fighting in the arena?â€ She was a tad sarcastic with her statement since, really, this shit hole was a death trap. No amount of coin or glory could make her want to stay here, â€œTake my words to heart. Bide your time and strike when the getting is good... you will avenge your father, count on that..." She nodded slowly and watched his face to make sure he was not joking with her, â€œIt all sounds good and all to get out of here but your words could have as much meaning in them as a prophet says there is when there is a thunder stormâ€¦ You seem pretty smart and all so what really would keep you from using me as a decoy so that you could get away scot free?â€ She eyed him suspiciously not too sure if she should trust him even though he had saved her lifeâ€¦ Then again she had saved him in return from the archerâ€¦<br/><br/>â€œOne thing I can tell you, you might have already learned this in yesterday's fight. Your weapon is a tool of destruction. Trust the weight and use it to your advantage... And since none of these are custom to you, or hold any value. When all else fails...Throw it and get another one..." She nodded in agreement at his advice which she sort of did yesterday when her sword became lodged into the dead slavesâ€™ stomach. The sickle had been an easier weapon to maneuver anyway.