The Baker slave shook his head as he looked at the ground of the pit. "... Stay strong? Even when the entire planet of Praeclara will be cheering us on to die?! I-I, just want to go home." He let out a deep sigh. "I suppose winning is the only potential way out of this place. I just hope I don't get assigned to some super dangerous guy." The baker glanced at Shah-Nahul, "Who was your first opponent you ever fought? Were they scary? Do these people actually assign far stronger opponents to those who are weaker?" The baker said that last line, as his lip quivered a bit.