[In truth, he hadn't expected to make it to the final round. The differences between battlefield and public sport (numerous to say the least) turn his hungry instincts to hindrances, sparking unease in an otherwise bloodthirsty audience; inevitably, he wasn't the ideal competitor to stand off against the former champion. That isn't to say he hasn't won himself attention with his cruelty (patrolling the arena in search of familiar faces has offered up numerous opportunities for autographs and minor interviews, none of them deftly handled owing to Ren's wounded personality - but much like his fighting techniques, some people seem drawn to it).
Still, for the moment, he's taken up a seat near the ring's edge, saved for competitors and their supported sponsors. The spaces on either side of him are empty; he waits for Ahsoka, picking idly at the thick bandage across his lower lip meant to keep the gash from reopening, but in truth, any Nestmate would be welcome company at this point.
aggressively devours popcorn etc
Still, for the moment, he's taken up a seat near the ring's edge, saved for competitors and their supported sponsors. The spaces on either side of him are empty; he waits for Ahsoka, picking idly at the thick bandage across his lower lip meant to keep the gash from reopening, but in truth, any Nestmate would be welcome company at this point.
Or as welcome as anything gets in Ren's eyes.]