After he left the boisterous arena, Shepard came to meet him, his smile bright and face flushed.
"I don't know what you want, but act your age, old man."
His sharp and snarky voice resounded in his excited mentor's ears.
"Nonsense, kid. Men never grow up. They only grow old!"
He chucked at Shepard's proud expression. Then he saw him narrow his eyes, a solemn glint flashing into their depths.
"Tomorrow is the last day. Do you feel confident?"
"I don't know."
He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose and offering a fake smile.
If Shepard asked before this duel, he would have smirked and answered yes without hesitating. But now? After almost losing against Lena and Luke?
A bitter taste filled his mouth as his mind wandered.
Even with his powerful deck, he couldn't underestimate his future adversaries.
"Heh? What happened to the arrogant ghost who claimed he'd earn first place?"
