[These people have made a game out of violence and survival, and they do not realise just how practiced he is with fighting for the amusement of the ignorant. Performance is something he's long since become accustomed to, and this shouldn't be any different.
But it is.
D'Ivann barely glances at the woman they've assigned him. She is scenery, rating barely more attention than the soil beneath their feet and the trees that surround. Nothing merits more than a cursory look, and with their immediate surroundings dismissed as worthless, D'Ivann stalks into the woodland and doesn't look back. He hopes she doesn't follow. He has no interest in her, or anyone else they would try to force on him. There is only one person for whom he'll play these violent games.]
no subject
But it is.
D'Ivann barely glances at the woman they've assigned him. She is scenery, rating barely more attention than the soil beneath their feet and the trees that surround. Nothing merits more than a cursory look, and with their immediate surroundings dismissed as worthless, D'Ivann stalks into the woodland and doesn't look back. He hopes she doesn't follow. He has no interest in her, or anyone else they would try to force on him. There is only one person for whom he'll play these violent games.]