[He's going to grab a few blades from the closet, throwing knives... are there bombs here? Or stuff he can use to make bombs? He's clearly at home here. If he can, he'll try to find a way to conceal some weapons on him later. It's probably too much of a risk right now, even if he doesn't feel right without a weapon.]

I suppose I can only trust you at your word. [He thinks...]

So it was implied, but I guess it was never explained. We're going to be pitted against each other to kill one another, aren't we?

[He seems eerily calm as he says this.]