The Mezzaluna
The lights rained down on him as he looked from the judges to the scoreboard, hit with the stark realisation that everything had gone wrong. Everything.
Mimasaka's manic laughter could be heard in the background and the murmurs of the crowd were steadily increasing in volume, but Takumi was managing to filter all of those noises out. All he could process was the feeling of loss which had built up within him, haunting him like some sort of vengeful ghost.
Maybe there was a vengeful ghost. The ghost of his beloved mezzaluna, the mezzaluna which had been a token of his partnership with his brother. He hadn't just lost it. He'd pledged it on the basis of his pride, and he'd lost.
He'd lost.