Everyone knew that rule number three was bull. All Arbiters felt something – even if the prevalent trend leaned toward apathy. For Ginti it was anger. It wasn't something he could contain with the occasional rumble with Decim, or the rarer tumble with… Anger soaked into his being and not even erasing the memories of his guests could alleviate it.

He hated the humans, the games, his co-workers – well not all of them – and he hated the damn dolls the most. He willingly made them, but they reminded him of what he had lost. They weren't consolation anymore.