If Kyle wanted to compete for records, then we'd compete. If circumstances brought me into conflict or cooperation with any of the so-called main characters, I'd handle those situations based on my own judgment and goals.
The realization was oddly freeing. I threw another punch at Emmet with renewed vigor, no longer fighting as someone trying to avoid changing a predetermined story, but as someone determined to forge his own path forward.
Emmet grinned through his exhaustion as he blocked my strike, clearly appreciating the increased intensity. This was what real growth felt like - not careful adherence to someone else's script, but the courage to write your own.
After my fight ended with Emmet, we shook hands. Emmet did not stay for idle talk, and simply left the platform.
I didn't wait out either, making my way to Elen who looked at me with an excited expression.
