[ he keeps his back straight and his head lowered, eyes trained on a point of the floor just before Raven. Arms resting on his thighs. Voice almost monotone. ]

My teammates were to choose between allowing the machine to sever my neck or to pass the same fate on to someone of another team. If they chose to not choose at all, it would have been the first after a period of precisely ten minutes from the commencement of the Game.

The scar left was their decision made at nine minutes fifty-eight seconds.