Sucking in lungs full of air he ruffled the side of his hair as he gave in. "Thing is, I wasn't going to lie to began with. I was just waiting for the right time to say it. Though for right now, I wish you two would keep it secret from the others until the time comes."
Looking over to Conrad, Enma bit his lip just slightly. "I'm no good at basketball, but this much is obvious. I'm just good at being invisible and passing the ball along. The rest of the work I leave up to my teammates. My nickname is E'Z( Ez almost like as but with an e). You might not know me as part of The Profiteers because I am the phantom 6th player that people have been talking about. But I was there, we all were a team, everyone was friends, things were going great. We all thought going to nationals would be no problem. And.. Looking away to Jur now, Enma's eyes changed expression. "Everyone made it to nationals, but things went bad and those of the Profiteers, they quit the team, all that was left were 6 players.
Getting up from where he was sitting he took the ball into his hands and stared at it. "When we started out, the game was played because we all loved it and worked as a team. And then over time... they stopped loving the game. They started to play the game in cruel ways, violent ways. They'd even get away with it from the coaches. They'd always seem to sneak past anything so they'd get no fouls or banned teammates. No team that's played against them came out without some kind of wound or some kind of broken mental state. They tore other teams down in messed up ways, they'd even play with them a bit during the game whenever they got bored. Dazed at remembering everything, he went on. "It was no longer a game anymore, but rather a war against not only themselves, but with others. I was there, I knew what was going on and I didn't stop it. I felt that I couldn't stop them. I promised them that once we made it to nationals that I'd be gone. That this would be the end with them. They told me that I could go now, that I was just in the way and never good enough for the team, but I stayed. I played. After that, we were on our last game of winning the nationals. At that moment I remember thinking, 'I kept my promise, I made it to nationals with them, so why am I still here?'. I guess in some point of my mind I was hoping that they'd change back to normal after this was all over, that they'd love the game again."
He swallowed as he tried to finish speaking, his throat was going dry, he wasn't use to speaking for so long."The last game was the worst game of them all. The reason why I say this is because, in that moment when I looked at them all, I realized that they weren't the only one's who have changed. I saw an empty boredness in their eyes and a look that spoke out of how they just wanted to leave already and get it all done with. I blacked out during the whole game after that, when I came back to focus and my adrenaline was down. The captain to the other team had broken his leg and the others n his team had already given up. When I had looked at my teammates, they looked as if they planned this. Our captain spoke to the other teams coach and they gave up the game." Enma's grip on the ball started to quiver and just like that it was as if the ball didn't trust him and slipped from his little fingers. "It was no longer a game...they had overpowered tools and no matter how much I wanted it to change, I did nothing!" His eyes started to become watery and his voice was stiff. "It was all my fault."
Rubbing his eyes quickly, he looked at Jur and Con with a serious expression. "I came here to end this all. I want to stop them and teach them what it's like to love basketball again. Please, if you do this, I'll make sure to help you to nationals. I know them, I know what they can do, I can help you guys. You won't win without me otherwise. Trust me, I know you guys are could, but they don't play by the rules, they will beat you. Even if they aren't on the same team anymore, it won't changes how they are separately." He tried to swallow again, this time rubbing his throat. He never did understand how or why people could or would talk so much and not feel strained or dried out.