As much as Atlas hated you, he always came to see you perform after his fights. Now here you were, looking up at him as blood dripped down his face.

“Not bad.” Was all he said. No emotion what so ever. You nodded in response but before you could leave, Atlas notices your ribbons on your ballet shoes was untied.

“Woah, come here little swan.” He pulls you back by your ballet skirt then kneels down and wraps the ribbon around your ankles, gently. Still no emotion.