It should be a relief, not being stuck with someone too obviously a murderer or something like it. But the man looks broken. He's under no illusion he'll last longer. It's enough to make him pale without what is said.

"They do this more than once?" He blurts, like an idiot, because of course they do. This is Hell. Not a game, not a vacation, torture. Eternally. He swallows hard, then reaches for his own list.

"...We could do the smallest one on each of ours. The least amount of... of strokes. They didn't say we have to do more." As if that helps.