End Game
"But nothing worth having ever is."
She finished writing, then looked up again. "Last question. What would you say to the fans tonight?"
I glanced back toward the field. The stands were starting to thin, but clusters of people still lingered, black-and-white jerseys everywhere.
"This is our house," I said. "And we're not done defending it. Everyone that comes here is going to bleed. Best believe."
"That's... perfect."Emily said. She closed her notebook, smiling up at me. "Thank you, Sebastian."
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