Victor's voice broke the quiet.
"Is that why you wanted a rematch?"
He reminded her of what she whispered in his ear on the day they were leaving the academy to come here.
"My defeat at your hands... I couldn't accept that… not because of pride but because it is paramount that I win." She tilted her head and looked to the distance. "If not, I would have failed my father."
Victor's gazed at her with a look of understanding. "No problem... You will get your rematch when we get back to the academy."
She paused and glanced at Victor again before muttering; "Thank you."
Victor blinked awkwardly as another beat of silence enveloped thek.
Then Victor asked with a slightly timid tone; "What was he like? Your father."
Elyra turned her head. Her gaze settled on the legacy sword strapped to Victor's back. She stared at it for a moment, like she could see her father's spirit in its reflection.
Then she turned forward and exhaled slowly. "Powerful enough to be gentle."
