Sandy smiled a little sardonically acknowledging he might be right. "If they aren't on the outside they're on the inside."

She seemed somewhat pleased with that. It sounded cool to her and when she was such a dork or a gloomy grumpy child most the time she clung desperately to the ability to sound cool in front of "Adults". Because clearly anyone with a beard had to be an adult. He was right they had just made a mistake with him...or maybe it had been on purpose.

"I'd take some new scars to get out though. Eleven arenas is long enough." She declared letting the grass she'd plucked drop back to the ground. "Maybe this one will be my last."

And there was at least two potential ways that could happen.