"Distasteful."
Saros did not let the strong dictate his fate; he had not yet lost.
As long as one is alive, they have not lost, the game had just begun.
There was a time when Saros too had thought about choosing his own future path, but ever since leaving the mountain village, or even before that, he had never really made a free choice.
To enlist for his older brother, to preserve the honor of a soldier, to fight for Clearspring, to protect the nation behind him, he stepped forward like a hero and entered the arena, going from a general to a prisoner.
Now, Saros was forced onto the arena stage again, fighting desperately to survive.
Upon reflection, his life, it seems, was never truly free, always at the mercy of fate.
"Even if I can't escape, even if I die here, what of it?"
He wanted to play, Saros would accompany him, to the very end: "If I had stayed in the village and never come out, how could I, enjoy this kind of treatment?"
Soldier, general, hero, slave, suicider.
