Fuck, okay, no healing! Remington liked his eyes right where they were. But his head was throbbing. His vision was blurry as a result, which made it hard to focus on which Nathaniel was real. "No, Nathaniel, don't do anything to draw attention to yourself. They'll hurt you... and you aren't used to pain." Nathaniel wouldn't be able to take it. He'd also not been trained in how to handle POW situations. Remington had. Seem cooperative while constantly looking for ways to escape and kill the captors. If only he could focus his eyes again, maybe he could find a way to pop open this cage.
The word 'arena' had been used, and it seemed like that's where they were headed. Maybe Remington's size and strength, and ability to use a sword, coupled with his scars, made the soldiers think he would make a good cage fighter. Romans were into that shit, right? He'd seen the movie Gladiator, but that was his only knowledge of this world. "I think they're gonna make us fight... they might even try to make us fight each other. If that happens, you have to play along, okay? Just trust me. Trust that I won't let you die."