A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
Getting underestimated wasn't a bad thing. Especially if it's by enemies. Varian learned this long, long ago.
So, when Avnir gave him a disdained sneer as they faced each other, he responded with a smile.
"If we really went the normal way, you would've been eliminated without even entering top 4. Seems like you know your true worth and used her name to come so far." Avnir spat out the harsh words without even putting up any pretense of politeness.
Varian wanted to argue that he would've grown stronger and reached this stage anyway. But he decided not to debate with a fool.
Avnir was selected by Varian to be his duel opponent. The gesture was blatantly pointing out that he's the weakest amongst the four. Even if it's the truth, Avnir was still pissed off after being called out.
Whatever reasoning might be offered, he'd not be any less cruel.