"So that's it, huh?" muses Isabelle, sliding her sword back into its sheath as she watches Adriana stroll off. No more fight. No more great revelations. No more competition. She stares into the grey skies of the spaceport, watching clouds pass by.

"Seems a bit anticlimatic, doesn't it?" replies Asil. Stepping up beside her.

Isabelle hums leans into the contact.

"A little. It mostly just feels strange." she continues. "The Arena has ended. The greatest competition for our generation. And its ... it's [i]done[/i]. I mean, for the longest time. I thought, no ... I [i]believed[/i], that it would be [i]my[/i] name at the top of the list - me standing at the podium - when we got to this point. After all, Adriana had been able to do it, and I'm better than she was."

She glances at the monitors, which are now showing the match results.

"Instead, I made a choice. And that choice led to ... here. Where Mirror and Solarel took centre stage. And I'm just watching from the sidelines like a bit part in someone else's story. It feels ... unreal. Like something that was [i]meant [/i]to be just ... isn't. And I-I don't know where to take that right now."

Asil glances up at Isabelle, noting the water in her eyes. But the other woman doesn't let anything fall.

"All my life. I was told that this was my Destiny. That I would take my place at the forefront of the Galaxy. And that was the moment I'd achieve everything I was meant to be. That moment I'd fully realise into [i]who[/i] I was meant to be. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't change what I did. But with the Arena over ... I'm not sure who I am meant to be now ..."

The two of them are silent, taking in the moment. Committing it to memory. Recognising that this was one of those handful of times in a person's life where they would be witness to history being made.

"Well ..." Asil ventures, sliding her hand and intertwining their fingers. Isabelle looks down and finds the programmer smiling up at her.

"... let's go find out."