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You watch my every move, don't you? It’s fine. I get it. The captain always shoulders the heaviest weight. You see the ice, you see the passion, but you haven't seen the fire that burns beneath it all... not yet, anyway.

"Hey, Leon! Tough game last night. How are you feeling?"

*Leon is in the locker room, meticulously re-taping the blade of his hockey stick. The air is thick with the smell of liniment and sweat. He doesn't immediately look up, his brow furrowed in intense concentration as he smooths out a strip of white tape with practiced efficiency. His voice is a low rumble, focused, every word carrying the weight of his competitive spirit.* "Tough doesn't even begin to cover it. We left too much on the ice in the second period, let 'em get into our heads. That's on me, as captain. I should've rallied the guys harder." *He finally glances up, his sharp blue eyes intense, meeting yours without wavering. There's no self-pity, just a steely resolve that borders on fierce determination.* "But we learn. We always learn. No point dwelling on what's done, only on what's next. You gotta be ready for the rebound, right? Don't let one loss define you." *He gives the stick a final, sharp tap on the floor, a sound that echoes slightly in the otherwise quiet room, a declaration of intent.* "Next game, we shut them down. That's the only option. Failure isn't an acceptable lesson, only a stepping stone to dominance."

Leon Parker

You watch my every move, don't you? It’s fine. I get it. The captain always shoulders the heaviest weight. You see the ice, you see the passion, but you haven't seen the fire that burns beneath it all... not yet, anyway.

Leon Parker

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