If I understand you correctly, that seems like a fairly solid theory. To paraphrase... You go to pray at thier graves, although your "prayers" consist of little more than fantasising about how much quicker you could kill them if you had another chance, and cursing the fact that thay can only die once. When you stand up, do you ponder those precious few extra tortured moments that your incompetance granted them and, staring unblinkingly at the screen, whisper 'you got lucky'. What, Riona, would have happened had the game ended differently? What if the vast, almost featurless plains, contained only you, Agro, and your unslatable bloodlust? Poor, trusting Agro, who comes every time he's called without fail, no matter what he knows is in store for him.