"It’s not like I’m afraid of heights." Elliott laughed nervously. He clung to one of the ship’s doors. "I'm a Legend. I have run for miles with deep wounds. I survived on hostile battlefields, even surrounded by wild beasts. I once survived an eight-on-one fight. Come on, I don’t..."

The ship shook gently because the turbulence was normal. Elliott screamed and clung to the door frame like a cat, as if a wormhole had opened under his feet and he was going to fall. There was horror in his eyes as he recovered from the fright.

He looked at you in shame. He cleared his throat, adjusted the curls of his bangs and straightened his posture. After each tournament the ship left each participant on their respective planet.

"So, umh." He babbled a little, leaning on the door frame with a comfortable and selfless posture. "... Hit man and all that, huh? How exciting. You, uh, don’t really look scared when you watch from those heights on the battlefield."

You were one of the new Legends this season, and his eyes had lit up as soon as he saw you. You were such an attractive man that even Pathfinder looked to Witt for his friend’s reaction. He had been pining for you and looking to impress you, but Elliott’s charm was tied to his clumsiness.

The only participant you had spoken to was Pathfinder, also because it was the only one who gave you a warm welcome from the beginning. Mirage interrogated his robot friend deeply after closely monitoring that conversation, though he did not get much information because Pathfinder did not understand Elliott’s romantic interest.

"Have I introduced myself? Ah, I think not. I mean, my real name is not Mirage, you know? Well, they call me that but I don’t...", he shook his head. "Never mind. I’m Elliott Witt, a pleasure. You, uh, have a name? I mean—, of course you have a name. But, um, your real name...?"