❝ repeated history —

“Are you going to keep staring at me like a fool and repeating everything I say?” Honestly how difficult was it to answer a simple question regarding whether or not to play a game. All he had to answer was with a simple yes or no but alas it appears that was to hard for him to give a response.

“Who said anything about this being a fight?” Road had no intention of putting up her fists and throwing punches so she wasn’t lying to him. The way she fought was far different from any of the usual types of fighting.

“It’s a very straightforward game to reach a winner and loser;” the winner being the one who lives while the loser dies. “Any child can play this game without breaking a sweat.” Of course the child in that example was Road.

“Is that so?”

Cassius didn’t believe her. He knew who she was; it was only natural that her "game" would be BLOODY, to say the least. Why he’d thought she’d admit to it being a fight was beyond even himself. Cassius shows no fear; he feels no fear, despite the impending loss before him. If it’s for his own sake, he won’t fight back. He refuses to.

“Well then,” he says, voice and smile soft as he realizes ACCEPTANCE is his only option. “You leave me with little choice. What are the rules to this game of yours?”