"Will they stop?"...

That single question, more important than anything to him, to us, and it was the only question I couldn't answer. I had sworn to myself that I would save him. I had failed. He was dying, he wouldn't regenerate, he refused. I thought that he simply wanted to spite me, that he would let himself die just to win but that wasn't why. He wanted to win, for sure, but he wouldn't regenerate because he wanted, needed to escape the drums and he could not let me help, his very nature would not let him ask or concede to allowing someone to help him. I couldn't help. I didn't know if they would stop, I wanted them to stop, as much, if not more than he did, they would stop, they had to stop, he would die for it, so they would stop, if I could not help him then I knew I had to let him try to stop them his own way. Sometimes the right decision really hurts but I had to let him die.

..."I don't know"