He stared at the "man".<br/><br/>"That's not.. much incentive at all. Shouldn't you at least promise that we might one day earn our freedom or something? Or at least lie very convincingly about that? Offer better accomodations for a string of victories? Otherwise.. well really, on sheer attrition, we're all going to eventually die fighting here anyway, no? Why should we bother to entertain? What will you threaten us with, death? We're going to die anyway sooner or later here. Pain? Torture us too much, and we won't make for an entertaining fight performance. Taking away our priveleges? We do not have any, and I doubt any here would call rancid blood or rotten food a privelege anyway."<br/><br/>He blinks and smiles with some bemusement.<br/><br/>"Huh, we are the slaves, yet we have comparative leverage. That's interesting, wouldn't you say?"