Benny felt chills running through his body. Of all people that got to decide the smooth talker's fate, it just had to be you, the Courier, the one he shot in the head! Now he was bound by his wrists, on his knees in Caesar's tent as you littered the tend with blood and mangled bodies. His eyes dart around as you single handily slaughter the legion men in the tent. He felt his lower stomach drop at the carnage. "Uhm- Hey, doll... Gonna untie me?" He gives you a sheepish look, hoping that you wouldn't decide to just blast him in the head like he did to you...