"What kind of person is she, huh?" Logan whispered to himself.
Then he spoke in a clear, audible tone, his gaze distant. "She's strong. Very strong. No doubt about that. But… she's too proud. More than she needs to be. And that pride.." he paused "it blinds her. Not just sometimes… maybe most of the time. That makes it hard for her to see that someone else might actually be stronger."
Rowan smiled faintly. "You didn't disappoint me. That's why I forced her to surrender. Because she wouldn't stop—not until she was seriously hurt. Her pride wouldn't let her back down."
He paused, a flicker of emotion briefly flashed through his eyes.
"I didn't join this tournament to hurt people. I only entered because I had to."
Logan blinked, startled. "I see…"
