I rub my neck. “What about your first game?” “My mom took me for my sixth birthday. She’d been saving up for a long time. I’d experienced nothing like it. The players were giants. At one point, I even wondered if they were gods. The excitement in the arena…my entire body felt like a beating heart. Even my skin had a pulse.” He shakes his head. “It was the purest form of euphoria. I’ve been chasing that feeling ever since. I catch strains of it from time to time, but nothing has ever come close.” He clears his throat. “That’s until the night I saw you play. My palms, my throat, and the blood
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