"And how exactly are you defining 'losers'? Personality? The world doesn't care about what you're like, they care about your achievements." The bitterness in Presley's voice matches hers—maybe too much, given that he wasn't a player. The Quodpot team had done so well until now, and Vercoer was known to be tough competition. He should be proud of them for giving it their all, and not be... petty or whatever.

This isn't about you, Mondragon. "How are you feeling," Presley asks stiffly, arms crossed and barely looking at Felicity.