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[ Eugenides doesn't fight. Because he only has one hand, for one thing, and because he is himself a fairly scrawny nineteen year old, but mostly because he thinks fighting is stupid. However, he has no problem profiting from other people's stupidity, so he bets on the rings fairly regularly. He didn't bet on Kitty— he's not sure that anyone did— but he did see the fight.

Eugenides doesn't offer a soda, but he does glance at her developing bruises before peering out into the ring, where the next fighters are about to be announced. ]

You didn't forfeit.

[ Most people would have, well before minute twelve. ]