"You can see the gold collar around my neck. Our murderers prized me quite highly when they'd captured me. Thought me quite the sacrifice for the gods, something that would ensure their favor when my blood was at last spilled in ritual."
"I don't take pleasure in knowing they're gone, that their gods are dead and rotting."
"I'm still collared. I'm still scarred. And we're still here in this hollowed bit of earth waiting for the end."