[ Alex has been watching some of the fights. Like, more idly than anything? He's not quite fond of it all. Sure, the beasts supposedly like to do this, but it all seems so...dangerous? Dangerous, or something, he doesn't know, he's been more and more jumpy lately.
So, he doesn't see Michael's fight. But he feels it. In that strange way he was drawn to Will, that strange way he keeps feeling things, it pulls at him like a frayed thread and he rushes to the coliseum, just as Michael's bout ends, looking for him with a panicked rush. ]
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So, he doesn't see Michael's fight. But he feels it. In that strange way he was drawn to Will, that strange way he keeps feeling things, it pulls at him like a frayed thread and he rushes to the coliseum, just as Michael's bout ends, looking for him with a panicked rush. ]
Michael? Michael! Hey- hey, what's- what's going on?
[ Are you okay? he meant to ask but the answer feels obvious. ]