Nikolai grimaced, the reality of the situation hitting him. "All these men are dead, whether the guards kill them or not. I doubt they even know what there doing, the poor bastards." He said, spinning his Nagant around his finger automonously. "To think this riot was caused by a single action, and I'm not sure the physical benefits are good enough to overwhelm the moral problems. Sorry if I'm boring you with this, I've never been a fan of small talk."