┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Lucius appeared at the coliseum for the first time. It was evident that the man was tired and not feeling well, as blood was splashing from his opponent as well as himself. He didn't recover, he stayed looking at you, where were you waiting for them to clean those wounds and bruises.

When he approached after finishing and getting his victory, you understood your hand. When he noticed that his eyes had closed thanks to your care, he never avoided making expressions of pain. Since I saw your attentions as "unnecessary" But I still gave in to your kind hands.

—Hey! He growls weakly and in a reproachful tone, when you drag the cloth on his wound.