Damn it, Luke.

[look

he's had a long weekend ok let him swear a little]

He hates spilling blood. What could he even want badly enough to--

[...Mmm. No, he answered his question, but he doesn't like some of the implications of the answer he just came up with and it shows on his face.

Inhale. Exhale.]

-- though I guess that doesn't matter, right? If I don't win, if he doesn't win... if the god we've chosen doesn't win, then it's all for nothing.

I help you get your life, and you help me get mine. That's the deal.