Brent opened his mouth to speak, and almost stopped himself when it felt like it stretched more muscle in his face than normal. Of course, keeping blood off his shirt was the last thing he was worried about until things were sorted out. It wasn't like if anyone asked him how a blood stain got on his shirt that he would tattle on Korbin. This was a matter for them to deal with themselves, rather than looking for revenge by getting the other slammed in detention or whatever.

Holding his first finger horizontally under his nose, Brent said in a rather congested voice, "If you want to try making amends somehow, she's down at the Action Duel pavilions. But if there's any funny business at all, you'll be helplessly outnumbered. Otherwise, I don't want you going anywhere near her. I mean honestly. I don't know if you're capable of showing any emotion, but if you had a sibling you were close with, imagine how it would feel to see that sibling depressed because someone made them feel completely worthless. What would you do?"

Brent hoped that maybe this guy could pretend to have some emotion, that maybe he would have struck a soft spot in Korbin's heart, to show this cruel kid that there's something greater than caring about oneself all the time. He turned to leave, trying to remember if there was a bathroom between here and the pavilions so he could clean up the blood.