Hope it don't hurt your feelings when I say the feeling isn't mutual.

[ He bears his teeth and twists with all of his lumbering strength to bring his sword down and behead one of those stalkers. This guy can handle himself in the arena, can't he? Sandor should leave him be. He's creepy. He can see things in his head. He knew his name. Which means -- what else does he know? What else can he see?

But perhaps it's this place -- the fact that he's lost and alone in a strange new world with no one to call an ally. He had always been a loner. But at least, from time to time, he found some people to be on the same side as. And if given the option -- it's probably better to work together with this guy than against him. ]

I ain't standing around here to be made into no bloody lampchop. Are you coming or what?

[ They can beat down every last monster, but it will quickly sap his strength, and he only did just "come back from the dead" here. It's probably better to find an exit and leave all the other poor, hopeless fucks to their battles and injuries. ]