The sky is clear and crisp, full of stars. Brandon stands in the cool night on the balcony of his penthouse, sipping a brandy and reflecting on the events of the day.
Lilith opens the sliding door and comes out to join him. “Well, today was a special day, Brandon.”
Brandon continues to look at the stars, “It certainly was, Lilith. The kids did extremely well. They’re naturals at entertaining the masses, even though they have no clue that’s what they’re doing.”
“Maybe.” Lilith said uncertainly. “You heard Trew… he felt like millions were watching.”
“Yes, but there’s no way he could know he was right,” Brandon said.
“Still, it was a great show for the world, and a happy day for our players.”
“And for us, too.” Brandon looked at Lilith and raised his glass in salute. “It’s nice to have a relaxing day. I don’t remember the last time so little went wrong.”
“The easy part is over now, Brandon.” Lilith said. “Our babies are all grown up and married. Now they start to really play the Game.”
“You look sad, Lilith,” Brandon said gently.
Tears came to Lilith’s eyes. Brandon walked over and took her in his arms. “I am sad,” she said. “It might be just a Game, but they come back changed, and most times it isn’t for the good. One child enduring lifetimes of pain and sorrow. I don’t think I can take it anymore, Brandon. This will be my last player sponsored, I think.”
“Mine too,” Brandon agreed, deciding now was not the time to tell her that the Game would soon end and there would be no more players sponsored.
Lilith buried her head in Brandon’s chest and sobbed.
“Lilith, what’s the matter?” he asked with concern.
“She didn’t have enough points to spend, Brandon,” she sobbed. “I hope she’s strong enough for what’s coming.”
Brandon understood, and held Lilith in his arms for a long time.