Lydia used the ladder to climb out of the water, walking over to the towel rack, rubbing it through her hair first. "Last night, you told me that I had better breasts, but she had the better ass... Which is okay. You know. I exercise a lot, so... I could have expected that." She wrapped the towel around her chest, before she picked up her water, taking a drink of it. She walked over to the jacuzzi, removing her towel and slipping down into it. Her arms and legs were already sore, she could only imagine what they would be like tomorrow. 

"I... I don't know. I think that's what I saw." Willow put his phone away. "I... I don't remember seeing much. I don't think I did see much. I could hear... retching and... then I remember seeing the body come rolling, blood and... organs..." he gestured at himself. "And vomit, all over her face. She looked dead. The medics came and took her, immediately. The moment I saw her. I... I asked around, she was alive. She comforted me. Isn't that so embarrassing?" Willow choked back a sound before reaching for the flower, taking in deep breaths from it again. "She comforted me, saying that she was okay. It was enevitable, and that she had only fought because it was something I needed to see... I didn't have her name in the records, this girl. The announcers didn't seem to know who she was, but she was their number three. When they announced her... they said, 'who is this'."