He crossed his arms, watching the gathered throwing axes at targets, his expression neutral. His crimson eyes suggested something...else, but what was difficult to determine. He'd never been the competitive sort. Even in the Turks, he'd been something of an outsider, rather than rising to the challenge of being better than all the rest during his training, he'd thrown himself entirely into it. What resulted was a narrowed focus and a lack of concern for the prowess of others. He simply never compared himself to the other Turks.

Of course, he'd also been left with few friends, but at the time it hadn't seemed like a problem.

"I don't need a trophy."