He takes the knife, tucking it back into his belt before his hand touches the man on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry."

If it could have been him, he would have done it, and maybe he should have done it, when all is said and done. Unfortunately he can't change it now, all he can do is make sure this guy gets out of here.

"Come on. There's got to be a way out through these tunnels." After all, they have to get the animals in here, don't they? There's got to be a way that goes out to the streets of Ephes.

"We should be safe now. The performance is all for the Arena. Now we're just... gladiators done for the day."

It might not be much of a reassurance but that sort of thing has never really been his forte.