When the initial shock and surprise of the prisoner's execution passed after a moment, Gallus looked to Jo'rashaad with an open palm and an angered look. He looked as if he was about to shout, but instead he turned slightly away, scrunched his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose. It was only then that he realised how tired he had become after all the events of the day. He ran his hand down his face and sighed. "Well, that is decided, then," Gallus said with sarcastic joy, kneeling down to retrieve the rope used to restrain the glaze-eyed corpse that was their prisoner. "That was honestly a quicker death than your tone suggested he deserved."

Gallus' voice turned to a frustrated muttering as he untied the ropes, hardly audible by either Meesei or Jo'rashaad. What they could understand pertained to the prisoner's chances of survival being non-existent and something else about a lack of respect. All knew that if Gallus considered what he was going on about to be real problems, he would have to speak them, but Gallus was speaking from a tired and fed up mind. He spoke up more clearly with a more jaded voice a moment later, waving one hand, "I'll clean all this up. The sooner we get to tomorrow, the better."