"That is something that is hard to answer, isn't it?"
"….."
Valeria held his gaze, feeling a weight settle over her that went beyond the words they were exchanging. "Then… what would you do, if you were in my place?"
Lucavion let out a quiet sigh, his expression turning distant. "That's a question with no easy answer. You could concede the fight, and step out of his way if you truly believed he was fighting out of necessity. Or you could choose to ignore it, telling yourself it's not your business. But…" he paused, his gaze sharpening, "you could also act."
"Act?" she repeated, her brow furrowing.
He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering. "Yes. Act. If someone's fighting for their survival in a tournament like this, don't you wonder why? What kind of position would someone need to be in for a match here to feel like a life-or-death struggle?"
