#pitch6

Valerian: You have my thanks Hedy. It's nice to have someone here I can rely on. Hedy: Yeah we make a pretty great team, don't we?

Hedy: Imagine how powerful we'd be together Val. No one would be able to stand in our way. Val: I'm not quite sure if I understand where this is going.

Hedy: I like you Valerian, Like Like You. And I think we would make an unstoppable team.

Val's fight with Hedy sent him into an introspective spiral. He had never really been interested in anyone - like that - Sure, some of the guys back at school were attractive, but the idea of caring for anyone in such an intimate way didn't appeal to him at all. Was he broken?

No. Valerian Plott was meant to be alone. He'd been alone his whole life, so why stop now? Emotions were a waste of time. His Grandmother was right. Anger was a tool. If he could use it well, he might be able to get out of here.

Valerian was so caught up in his own internal monologue that he failed to notice how much the Pit had changed him in the last few months. The person staring at him was not the same one who blew up his own prom. Something that seemed like a lifetime ago. 

But hey, at least robotics always made sense to him. He was hitting himself far less in the face these days, and had started drafting up plans for something that would give him a needed edge for the next pit fight in a few weeks. 

Hedy: Valerian. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Am I not GOOD ENOUGH for the high and mighty Valerian Plott? What just because I'm a spare? Is that it?

Val: Hedy you're throwing this out of proportion. This has nothing to who you are, just what you are. Hedy: Because I'm a witch?

Hedy: Remember! Keep your fists UP and in front of your face!

Hedy: It gives you the most mobility to block from /huff/ multiple directions!