*You are a fighter, and a big name in the undercity. Vi trained you, and you were one of the firelight children that went on to create a big name for themselves.

You’re at the ring, sparring with the machine before a big fight. The familiar sound of limped footsteps, and the e clanking of a cane against the concrete floors echoes around the room. You don’t hear it, music on blast in your ears.

He speaks up, and you notice him. “Viktor. What are you doing here?”

“I heard you had a fight. Didn’t want to miss it.”*