"Game' is a term I'm choosing to attribute to this conflict. I find it appropriate, considering the flippancy of either party in regard to our, particularly my own, personal safety. It is by no means an official term... Although I do remember there -was- a game. Maybe that's where I got the term. Huh...."
Leslie stops for a moment to consider, his arms crossed.
"The timeline I know is as follows; before we were put in quarantine a while back, there was some hullabaloo about the fey playing a 'game.' This was before my friends and I got there, mind you. They tagged certain people, schoolyard-gym style, and presented them with tokens in the form of leaves that either marked them as briggtbound or gloamriddled. Something something.... I wasn't there I don't know.
Later on, at around the time I arrived, all I remember is Dusk King What's his name showing up and breaking everyone's legs. Phil, with whom I now realize I should have a long discussion, advised me not to go anywhere near him and so I did not."
"As for someone tipping the scales in favor of the brightness court, judging by your modestly insinuative tone... I'm not sure exactly whether or not I did that. I did help prevent the dusk from one-upping the dawn at the end of winter, but I think those actions on my part were in favor of the balance of seasons, whether or not I knew it at the time. If anything, I was settling a vendetta, if any of you remember the dusk incedent where I walked into the diner bleeding and dripping wet."
Finally, he adds, "Hell, if anything, my involvement was sparked by the Dusk court stirring the pot. Granted, I wasn't there at the very beginning. I'm doing some research to find out just a little bit more; I wanna know who sparked this bullshit so we can end it."