(Attention, breaking down the fourth wall)
I sit between Blizzard and Lukyan.
Me: And here I sit again in the jury, with a bear (excuse my calling him a wolf and a lion, although he seemed to pass for a lion with his mane) and a wolf so strong and beautiful beside me. (deep sigh) Eh, Legsy, if only I could fix it... I know: it was YOU who should have made it to the finals. But because of my desire to thank those who voted for Exile, you lost points of salvation... Of course, you're probably very upset by what I said now, now watching the final with the rest of us, thinking "Silly cat, I didn't sacrifice the opportunity to make the final, I didn't become very big and mighty for you to blame yourself for." But... but I can't stop blaming myself. Ten days ago, or rather eleven days now, I lost you to Jack, and yesterday I lost you as well... I repeat, I know you both think I'm paranoid right now, that I'm making myself worry for nothing. but that's my nature. My creator, who made me a version of himself, gave me almost his entire personality, endowing me with honesty but also sensitivity. He also felt the loss of your friend and younger brother, whom he missed out on. I know Jack would never let Gao get hurt, would stand up for him... And he did. I admit, I was embarrassed that I didn't show up at all in the beginning, and didn't get here until five issues later... Had I come in a little earlier, and Exile would have won the Spartan Room, and you wouldn't have seen Jack depressed after the two times he was in danger of being sent home. But notorious forgetfulness... I didn't save Kouya and I didn't save Jack because of it. That's why I clung to you like a drowning man to a straw. I wanted to be your friend... (( I'm covering my face with my hands, trying not to cry ) And I did... I even overdid it. I was so ashamed of Jack that I dragged you to the finals by any means necessary. And now I think your leaving the project is my payback for my blind love, or maybe not blind love... I don't know. But I can imagine Haru's delighted eyes when she saw what a big cot had come to her. And Jack must have been lying on your huge Herculean chest for an hour or two. I think they were both squeaking with delight as you stroked them... (feeling. shoulders start to shake, as well as a soft pat on the back) Oh, I'm trying to be reassured here, Luca even strokes my back. I honestly try to be cheerful, but I only hold back for a short time and then I burst and can't hold back tears. It makes me so uncomfortable, it's a pain to climb the wall, and self-control, again, can only help me temporarily. I don't think I'll ever be able to smile naturally again. I still remember how we used to spend time together here. I know you're waiting for me, you're both waiting for me, and Haida is waiting, and Lucario. But I don't even know what happens next, I'm afraid to end my story after this season and not come up with anything with you, my new family. Even here I allow such holes in the plot, you have to scratch everything out and stop writing. But I'm afraid of offending Blizz, he's not afraid to share his work with us. And I'm so insecure that I even tried to quit, but Blizz got really upset, so I didn't offend him. Yes, I got that trait from my creator too. I'm afraid of offending everyone, I'm afraid of hurting someone. Although everything that happens here is normal, I still can't bring myself to believe it. Forgive the long letter I am writing now, but I need you to know that I think I betrayed you, exchanged you for some Russian dog, because I am a Russian myself, albeit half a Russian. I know you're going to get angry here, too, saying that he dares to talk about himself. Yes, you told me that in your teams it does not matter what country you are a citizen of, or rather it did not matter, because now we have only former team captains here. But I still don't have the courage to accept what happened... You know, I even feel like I'm starting to hate Exile, like I want to do him a disservice, deliberately humiliate him. I understand. On these lines your anger will know no bounds, you'll be furious that I want to fatally offend someone who's done a lot for me. I understand, but I can't escape this feeling. I hope Blizzard and Lukyan will help me through this nightmare, and I won't descend into revenge, blind and unnecessary. Again, sorry for such a long letter. Kisses to you, your beloved little brother Herman.

Oh my, you ok buddy -holds-

Just look how massive Shirou looks walking bewteen the threes who barely reaches his pecs hehe. And it seems Exile is big too, wow! :0

Hehe indeed