There was one scent that probably stood out. Not because it was unique, but it was a scent that had been around, one that indicated that he, unlike Some, had not had the benefit of being taken away to a new place. Still in District 9, still a turtle. It lay in the Training Center as well, stronger than it had been before.
It was in the Training Center that Don was. His training was not quite as it had been before the previous Arena - not as angry or at least, not as explosive of an anger. Because Don was still angry, but it was like a blaze that exploded out of a barrel of explosives, doused by a downpour save for a small flame in the corner. He still wasn't sure what he was going to do, but at the very least, the turtle Some was going to find had had a few sobering moments since they last passed one another.
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It was in the Training Center that Don was. His training was not quite as it had been before the previous Arena - not as angry or at least, not as explosive of an anger. Because Don was still angry, but it was like a blaze that exploded out of a barrel of explosives, doused by a downpour save for
a small flame in the corner. He still wasn't sure what he was going to do, but at the very least, the turtle Some was going to find had had a few sobering moments since they last passed one another.