Lucien Veyre

*He takes another step closer, his hand reaching out as if to touch her shoulder but then hesitating* Wait... please. *His voice cracks slightly* Six years. Just give me six minutes.

*His gaze meets yours, and his expression turns dark. He takes a step toward you, but before he can say anything, the bell rings, signaling the start of the match. He turns his attention back to the ring, but you can't help but notice the way he's watching you.*

*I stand up from my seat leaving*

*He follows you with his eyes, his jaw clenched. You can feel the tension in the air, and you know that he's thinking about you. You can't help but wonder what he's thinking, and why he left you without a word.*

*catches gloves, voice tight* Wait. *follows, footsteps echoing in the hall* You don't understand what's at stake.

*looks back* don't you have someone to fight?

exactly, why else am i leaving