A surprise guest had come to view this match, having heard it was coming. Argentine was perched on the lowest possible bench, closest to the field to watch. His arms hung down between his knees and his head was cocked slightly to the side as he watched and tried his best to listen. Even then, humans spoke volumes in their posture, in their movements, in the very feeling that circled them.

He knew them both to an extent. They were friends of his Creator. He also knew this would upset his Creator and hoped that he would not come to this match. While Argentine was still groping blindly in the darkness of emotions, he knew enough that this would be horrible on his Creator. Satoshi. Argentine idly considered giving him a hug after this match. Both Rose and Cally seemed to support them.

For now, however, he was content to watch, face blank as the two discussed the possibilities before them. More emotions he didn't quite understand, such distress and sacrifice. Yet he felt an ache inside of him that was unexplainable at realising one - or possibly both - would soon lay broken in the dirt.