Dragox stands there looking nervous.  The words of Arkain do very little to help him.  He turns to the scientist and listens to what he says.  He looks more worried and annoyed as he keeps listening and hears that what he said was right.  He turns away and begins to pace around, not seeming to care about how the doctor feels.  Dragox looks over as Rubar comes into the room and puts the guard down in front of him.  Hearing what he says makes his eyes go wide.  He starts to shake and backs up, almost in a trance.  “No, no…” he says softly as his arms hang at his side.  “I don’t want this, I don’t want this…”  He starts to pace around again and his hands go up to his face.  “It’s not right, it’s not right, none of this is right!” he says as his emotions start to build.  “Eating other people, all of this, it isn’t right.  I don’t want death, I want to get away from this.  This isn’t right.”  Dragox’s pacing takes him over to one of the walls where he stands there facing it.  He leans his head forward and rests it against it as he tries to figure out what to do.