Kell doesn't want to think who else can be trapped in those murderous plants. If the masked gang went as far as Free Cities, they have the means to pick up anyone.

"I was. They chose their time and place carefully. The chance that someone shows up there, at this hour, to interrupt them was very slim."

Now, that he has been breathing fresh air for a precious few moments, Kell feels a lot less dizzy. He starts noticing things about the environment they're trapped in.

"Still, I don't see the logic of going to such lengths to lift people off the streets - and not just random people - only to stick them into murder plants."

The thought they might be sacrifices to the gods doesn't even cross him mind. Back home, they worshiped no gods, and Kell always found the whole idea a little silly.