"You are my top priority," said Decima, eyes as frozen as ice. "That's why I invited you here. That's why I'm showing my hand. You are the only one fast enough to take me out and still get back in time to score. The only thing worse than that happening would be you doing it without realizing that you were doing it." 

She leaned forwards. Each motion was so small, the repositioning of an inanimate object, that it felt like a miracle in and of itself.

"The reason Lunah never became a champion was because of Gata," said Decima. "Do you know what it's like? Rooting for someone who never figures it out? Who loses every time? I see you and I see Gata come again, and all I can think is that this curse will not repeat. I have a Gata-shaped target on the inside of my eyelids. If you dare to reach for that potential I will be the one to put you down."

She blinked, slowly and deliberately, then leaned back, looking away. "So, take your own advice and find a different path. Only defeat awaits the quick."