The next morning, Ian stares miserably into the fire. He's weepy in an interview in which he calls it "one of the worst nights of [his] life." Wing Chun pointed out to me that this kid is just too soft for this game, and it ain't no lie. He explains that he was "laid out" by Tom and Katie, as if nobody else had ever told a lie in the entire game. And at this point, Ian still seems to have some awareness of what utter bullshit this all is, not that he'll be hanging on to that awareness. Katie comes out and sits by Ian by the fire. She asks him what he's going to do today. "I have no idea," he says miserably. She offers him no comfort, no hand on his shoulder, nothing. I have to say, I don't know that I could physically sit next to that guy at that point, if he were my friend, without at least putting my hand on his shoulder. Seriously. If Katie's going to carry the banner for there being things in friendship that are bigger than the game, then she needs to carry both halves of that, and she needs to at least give him the hair-tousle. He has the most tousle-able hair ever, too. I'd probably do it every day whether he needed it or not, even when it was dirty. Anyway, Katie is all game. "Are you going to fight?" she says. Ian thinks. "I'm not afraid to," he offers. "I think you should," she says. I believe what he tells her is that he might, but it's hard to hear him. But Katie is right there: "Especially because then, you should pick me," she says. "That was my intention in the first place," Ian says with frustration. "I'd like to believe that," Katie says, trying to make him feel worse. "But it's hard, you know. Last night was really rough." Oh, was it, princess? Was it rough for you, the part where you and Tom tore your friend's guts out? GAH!