"The need to fight in general is. Andarions are a martial race. Pretty much our entire culture and society revolve around fighting prowess and strength. It took the near destruction of our entire race to bring the clans together."

They still fought of course, but at least Andarion was mostly united under one banner now. He waved at his eyes to make a second point.

"The stalen gene that makes my eyes red is completely genetic. When it activates, it not only changes eye color but it literally triggers a compulsive need to protect those you love. I'd fight to the death for my family over the slightest risk or insult to them. That's literally hardwired into my DNA. Couldn't override it if I tried."