"Why do you want to do it?"
The question didn't come with anger or frustration. It came from the one person whose words always carried weight with him.
Svetlana had never once tried to stop him from chasing anything.
She supported him through every camp, every risk, every title fight, and every decision that pushed him further into the spotlight.
She never doubted him, and she never questioned him like this.
That was why the question stayed in his mind long after she asked it.
It caught him off guard. Not because she challenged him, but because he didn't have an answer.
He couldn't give her something neat or rehearsed. He couldn't create a reason that felt real.
He respected her too much to lie, and he respected himself too much to pretend.
Her concerns were valid. She didn't hide them or soften them.
