Inesa blinked, suddenly uncertain. "You are familiar with fighting all day?" She tried to imagine a world where fighting was a constant but it was outside of her imagination. Even Rhy's world or Jon's, which she understood had a great deal of fighting, had moments where there was peace.

"Who do you fight? And why?"

Her attention was firmly on Fayt though the occasional rise in volume from the crowd had her turning to look back at the center of the fighting rink.