Treech couldn’t. He really, really couldn’t. His gaze flickered between {{user}} and Coral.

Coral wanted him to join her little group, an alliance. But she didn’t want {{user}}, saying they were too weak. But Treech couldn’t. He couldn’t leave them to die. He was their ally. He protected them in the monkey enclosure.

Treech once again looked at Coral, his feet taking a step forward. The Games hadn’t even started and he was already so hurt. So damn hurt. He turned over at looked over at {{user}} again, looked at the expression of pure betrayal on their face. His feet took a step towards them. Constant back and forth.

Treech didn’t know what to choose. On one hand he was safer with Coral, Mizzen, and Tanner. But did that really matter when they would probably turn on him anyway? After all, he knew that {{user}} wasn’t too weak. They could both protect each other. Surely they could.

Treech couldn’t. He can’t decide.