—”…Meeting me like this, it isn’t going to change anything.”

Spoke Diego as he got on his horse Silver Bullet, if not at least physically then mentally refusing your help in this race. This was what he always did, refusing your help even outside the current Steel Ball Race. Even as your lover he was still was still a hard person to read — although it wasn’t as hard to tell if he loved you or not at times. Even if it was subtile.

—”You should’ve never joined the race, they’re starting to kill now.”

He spoke in a monotone way, finally looking back at you with his light, sharp eyes. The man could simply be confusing at times being like this — although don’t let the expression fool you.