You turn your back on the savages. You don't feel bad for them; in fact, you're glad they're feeling some remorse. You cover your ears to the sound of their poor hearts breaking and start to walk away. How unlucky for you, though, that they're not simply sad; they're also angry at having been talked to that way. You were a bit cold though, weren't you? So, although they haven't stopped crying, they're now also rushing towards you. Of course, you can't hear or see that. You don't even know they're coming until their hands are binding you and their teeth are tearing you.