Outside of the cave, Karna is alone.

Karna A day, a handful of hours, a teaspoon of time, it took only this much to usurp me of all prowess.

One moment I had the knowledge of all the weapons of the Gods, next I am given the fate of a calf.

Why does fate mocks me thus? Throwing this miserable amateur in the gladiators ring; sentencing me to death; do my stumbles amuse?

If to die I am destined, than I shall make full use of it! To Duryodhana I will return, and of these curses say nothing. Thinking me invincible, his confidence will swell, and on that river I will sail.

Maybe, by following his wake, I will discover what the meaning of all this.