"That's the fun of it." She taps the grief seed against her lips, smiling. Her fingers caress the shape slowly before she tucks it away. "Not knowing if you will win or die. Eat or be eaten. One wrong move and snap-" Catarina suddenly claps her hands, her eyes sharpening. "You could die. Even if you're aware of everything, something stupid could happen and all your awareness was for nothing because there was no way you could move fast enough." Now she relaxes again, a feral smile on her lips. "So why worry about not having fun?"