"So I'm the only one that actually knows anything about you and where you came from," Emil muses, smiling faintly. It actually felt kind of nice, being the only one in the world with that information.

The crinkling of the candy wrapper draws his attention and he can't help smiling at it. It fit, he thought.

"I've got another month, then the season starts up. I'll have to start training, but at least I can devote most of the fall to that instead of needing to participate in regional competitions. Last season I placed highly enough to still have that standing." He starts to go into greater detail, about the last season, about the plans he had for this one. He didn't have a full program put together yet, but he wanted to do something that related back to his first, and to the time after it. The year prior his theme had been about the persistence of memory, a clear ode to his continuing to hold onto what had happened after he'd turned eighteen and the things that he still held onto from that time. Reno included. So this time around, he wanted something that would mean he was moving forward and really growing up, moving on.

He looks back at Reno, his hands still in his pockets. "I want your help with this season."