Watanabe shrugged at the young man's question about his plans. "Fight," he said quietly. "Win."

He looked over the man- Skylar, was it?- and gave him a reassuring smile. He didn't feel quite as confident. Death was certain. But when death was all you had left, you might as well do it right. And he saw no point in dying alone. "You seem to be a decent enough sort. I could use someone watching my back in there." Watanabe smiled again. "Couldn't hurt, right?"