The turtle nods grimly. Everything he knows about the Atroma are things he's only heard from other people. Everything else has been a result of their meddling.

"That's the part we need to figure out. What do the Atroma possibly have against the Agrii?"

His shoulders hunch up at the reminder that they're the entertainment. Reality shows have always been cheap, being in some twisted space-version of a survival show really turns his stomach and simultaneously makes him want to murder someone.

"If that's the only goal they have in mind then it's stupid," he snorts. Put on a brave face. Show them you won't play their games.