[Chris does at least buy it, and shows no sign of not believing it. Instead, he folds his arms, feeling sick to his stomach and probably looking it, too. Worse is that little voice in the back of his head urging him onwards, some horrible, dark, inhuman part of him that just wants to let loose. He hates this place. He hates they have to do this. ]

It doesn't make me feel better. No one deserves to die. We shouldn't be made to live in a world where this is okay.