Chapter 33

“Y-You knew him?” Eirian whispered.

Her hand tightened around theirs.

“Yes,” she answered softly.

“What happened…at the end, I mean, what happened?”

She closed her eyes. Somewhere, someone stopped the tape, a rising jeer exciting the crowd until the cassette was turned over, and something else was played, something inappropriate, something loud.

“He was working on a project for my grandfather, a homunculus that could replace the need for spaceships, for meows. My mother disapproved. They argued. She found about him…and me…”

“That you were in the tournament?” Eirian asked innocently.

Poppy laughed coldly.

“Yeah. Something like that.”

Cautiously, she reached up, placing a finger beneath an eye, trying to catch a tear and not smudge her eyeliner.

“I didn’t hear from him for a while. And then, in February, I heard from my mother that he had died before New Year. She just came out and said it all casual, and that was that.”