"So, we are just some pawns in whatever sick game the gods have decided to play with us? Because we are just that expendable?  Because we don't matter?" He growled and turned away for a moment before his gaze snapped back to the man who claimed to be there to help, but thus far had done nothing but give them the run around.<br/><br/>"How exactly were we all chosen? I mean you would have wanted to pick the strongest, smartest, etc. Correct?" he paced a bit while he talked, hands behind his back in a relaxed fashion, though the tension was clear in his shoulders. "I mean this kind of reminds me of that Aliens movie, you know the one where they gathered a bunch of humans to hunt on some alien animal reserve," he looked about the group to see if at least the humans knew what he spoke of. "Remember how they all had their little skills and talents? Mostly it involved killing and maiming others. Which, again makes sense in a situation like that, it would also make sense in situation like this. After all, a game would be boring if we were all accountants and such, right? Nothing really challenging about defeating some number crunching nerd. All you would have to do is break their calculator and that would just cripple their resolve," he smirked and looked again at the group as he took stock of just who was there in the group and honed in again on the man who seemed far too interested in woman who had literally just been near death.<br/><br/>"I mean we have no real idea who any of us are, or what any of us did before now. I could tell you all that I am just a humble construction worker and that I spend my time helping the homeless. All you have to go on is that I am being honest with you and that I am not lying. But, this is some kind of a game and it would be in my best interest that you all thought I was something else, right?" he paced a bit again then returned to the group, more specifically toward the man he was focused on the woman. "I mean I could be a murderer and from how interested he is over there with some complete stranger. I would say he was the Eric Foreman of our group, you know a rapist. Hell, anyone of us could be rapist or some kind of psychopathic killer. We don't know, except that you told us we were here to fight for the Gods," he scoffed and shook his head. "Oh yeah I will get right on the whole lets just skip off to our dorms like good little boys and girls."<br/><br/>It was obvious that Ace was rather done with this whole thing and wanted nothing to do with it. If they wanted him to cooperate then more answers were needed. "Hey buddy how about you leave the lady alone?" he said to the man he had just called a rapist. "Sure the last thing she wants is some sweaty stranger rapist all in her face after what she just went through."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Rapist</span>. It was such an ugly word. A word that more people took offense too more often than anything else. Call someone a thief, a crook, a murderer and they are upset yes, but they get over it. Call someone a rapist and now you have insulted the very character of their being. Called them something that was morally wrong and offended their very nature as a decent human being.