After he left Eleanor to get her day properly started, Michael no longer felt too concerned about having his thoughts read. He had nothing to hide.
Michael spent the next hour looking through his opponents, researching and preparing for them. Michael would be fighting no telepaths, so Maya or no Maya, he would make sure to use his mind freely. Eventually, the time came, and he got on the bus with everyone else. Even then, he mostly focused on Rick’s fight, trying to think of plans to defeat him.
It was a blur, really. The bus ride, arriving, following pretty much the same instructions he had previously observed. Getting the gear on, exchanging absent-minded pleasantries with the other contestants, walking up to the arena entrance, and then walking up to the arena proper.
With everything
