Cass stared at Calyx for a few moments before turning to Zaine and asking, "And you?"
"Yes," she received a prompt reply as she walked over to the wall on the side, grabbing a steel pole.
"You know, most people think this place is a den of mindless savages. But if you look deeper, within the grime and violence, there is kind of a strange beauty." She ran her fingers across the stainless steel, her face reflecting off it.
"Every scar, every dent, every groan tells of a story – of battles fought, lessons learned, lives wagered in the bloody currency of the iron cage. This is where survivors sharpened their edges, not on bladestone, but on the brutal truths of a world that chewed the weak and spat them out." She swung the pole around as if trying to get a feel for it.
