Scars Will Remain (Marik Day 7)

It's the final eight, and somehow Tick and Umber are still alive. It doesn't make much sense to me, yet I hope they can press on, and I hope one of them can return home as a victor, but it seems near impossible. I've learned from my own time in the arena to except the unexpected. I thought I was dead many times, but I kept going, and over the recent years of being a victor, I have also learned that not everything is as it seems. Sometimes it seems like one thing is going to happen, and I've learned to never get my hopes up because all it takes is one wrong move for them to come crashing down. But right now, I cling to this hope, and I let that help me fall asleep, but sleep only lasts for a couple hours.

I watch the games from the moment I wake up, and I see that Umber and Tick are heading towards one another. It makes me happy. Maybe they can reunite and help one of them make it home alive, but why help the other? Why make it easier? I take a deep breath hoping for some miracle that they'll join forces until the end, but I am wrong. I watch Umber strike Tick, and my eyes grow wide. What is happening? I don't get it. It makes sense in a way, but at the same time, why? Why fight each other. Why not join forces and go kill the others? Why do this? What's even happening? I don't get it. I don't understand, and I don't think I ever will. I start pacing around the room just watching the screen becoming increasingly more anxious.

Frostmoon becomes anxious too, and I hear him whimpering as he walks over to me and nudges my hand trying to calm me down. But I just keep pacing seemingly lost in thought as I watch the fight, as I watch them battle it out to the death. Maybe it'll work out for one of them, maybe they'll both fall. I don't know, yet it keeps my mind racing a thousand miles an hour. The more I pace, the more anxious Frostmoon becomes. The more he starts whimpering and growling, and I need to calm myself so I can calm him, but I can't do anything except pace around angrily as I try to figure out what the hell is happening.

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