[center][h1][color=DarkRed]Argus Leandros[/color][/h1][/center]

While Argus appreciated that Cecilia was trying to make him feel better, he couldn't keep himself from flinching ever so slightly as she told him where the others were. The arena was the last place he wanted to be right now, and he sure as hell didn't want to watch the fights going on there, but he also wanted to meet his new comrades. After mulling it over in his head for a bit, he decided to just deal with it for now. Hopefully, the whatever fight going on when they got there will be the last one of the day, though he doubted he'd be so lucky.

"Yeah, let me patch myself up a bit. Don't want to bleed over everybody, ya know." He said, gesturing to his wounds before he went over to the medical tent, quickly wrapping his arm and hand in bandages to stop the bleeding. Once that was taken care of, he'd gesture for Cecilia to lead the way, though he did so with a very telling lack of enthusiasm. She would also notice, as they left for their destination, that the closer he got to the arena, the more his face would shift into one of discomfort and anxiety. This especially became true as he heard the roar of the crowds watching the event, as he began to take shallow breaths, trying to focus on something else to distract him from the sound. It was bringing back some bad memories that he'd rather not go through again.

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