"With these legs, I can't do much even if I wanted to. I have no option but to sit back and watch you guys put your lives on the line for Emma. The least I could do is be present at the arena but I'm not too sure about that either. I can't run if things ever go wrong."
In room 266, Julien and Purple had taken one bed, sitting across from Scar on the other, his elbows propped on his thighs and chin resting in his fists.
For a moment, he was lost in thought. Asking Arthur about the Supreme Council's plans for the Epic Competition was out of the question, it was a day away and that wasn't the kind of thing Arthur would give up, but Scar wanted something.
Two things were sitting wrong with him. The first: he might never get the chance to fight Joel unless someone interfered from the inside. The second: Purple had told him to finish Joel off and clear the arena as fast as he could.
