Sakyo leans back into his seat, looking up at you as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

"With these finals of the Dark Tournament here... I want to talk to you about something. Have a seat."

Once you sit across from him on the other side of his desk, he speaks again.

"There's no dancing around this subject or beating around the bush. I won't let you take what I say any other way... I love you."