It wasn't much about winning. The last of it is a blurr...

[This fact, she seems less nonchalant about. Their hasty retreat from the waypoint is still thick on her tongue, the way Murphy had frantically clawed for her, begged her to believe him, shook from the fear that she might say and die for good and leave him behind alone.

It is not a pleasant memory. Not even for her, who fed on such things.]

You see, Murphy has a bit of a condition these days. He experiences severe mental and physical arrest when certain death approaches him.