“Well...” he hesitates. Six’s reaction had sown some suspicion in Luka. “I don’t know if that would be a good look. He sees everything, you know? This isn’t being televised or anything actually, is it?”

Luka twists the rapier in his hand indecisively. Despite his uncertainty, he approaches the stage.

“People have a way twisting anything you do to suit their needs. Context doesn’t matter if they can manipulate the narrative and make you look bad..” He explains as he makes his way onstage, carefully. He points the tip of his sword in Six’s direction. “You understand, right?”