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For his part, Droka didn't care about the outcome of the spar that was happening between Zack and Seifer. He had never really cared about the sport of the Struggle in the first place, but to each their own. Instead his focus had been on Vivi, even as he glanced towards the match more to see if Seifer was going to be strutting around like a peacock in victory or not. 

The answer, as it turned out, was no. Zack managed to pull off a hit barely before Seifer's landed in turn. 

What mattered to Droka was when Vivi finally spoke... and while he understood his words, Droka couldn't help but feel somewhat conflicted as he watched his old friend run off to be by himself. He wanted to run after him but... he also understood that sometimes what one needed was a bit of time alone as well and he didn't know which situation this actually was. Making the decision to give Vivi some space for now and to check up on him a little later after he had some time to himself, Droka reached up to scratch the back of his head through his hair before turning to look at the others who were still in the Sandlot with him. 

"[color=00aeef]Well... that happened. Sorry but I do actually need to buy some things for my mother so I do need to get going... I'll go talk with Vivi after he's had a chance to get some space and calm down, but if you guys see him before I do... could you please let him know that he's not alone? I don't want him beating himself up for something that wasn't his fault.[/color]" He asked softly of them. Not pleading because the situation wasn't that dire or anything, but it was clear that there was some concern in his tone for Vivi's well being.