There are two kinds of people in this world—those who kneel and those who make others kneel. I am neither of them.
I don't bow, nor do I defy for the sake of rebellion.
I do not kneel, because I have no master. I do not stand defiantly because I do not need to prove the Bianchi power. I exist beyond those choices.
I am an obedient child. That's what I make my parents believe at least. Or I simply don't care. They think I am one.
But they won't anymore. Not after last night.
Not after the scene my father has to deal with. Media. Paparazzi. And even some of his benefactors. That was fun at least. He'll ruin my match, I'll ruin his reputation. That makes the two of us. Two sides of the same coin.
It would take him another week to deal with Alexei Volkov, after I make a scene at his part
