[Katze still doesn't understand. He's never loved anything like that. Never loved someone, or something, with that much passion.

He tries to imagine if there were teams for hacking. For running the Black Market. Then he can sort of understand a need to perform, a need to be the best, but he still wouldn't want people staring at him. Also the recognition usually came with prison time or execution.]

Ah. I understand the money, at least.

[He'd never wanted to be obscenely wealthy but having enough to get by had been a reward in and of itself, even without Iason's trust or his hand in everything that had happened.

Katze takes a shot of his own, but he's still eyeing Aomine and thinking maybe he's a little insane.]

No one loses their lives. It isn't a blood sport. You play because you enjoy it.

[He can repeat it. It doesn't make any sense. But it seems so Elite. A way to pass the time. A useless skill that people do because they enjoy rather than because they need it to survive. Not something that fits into his world view but at least he has passion.

He doesn't ask if Aomine misses it. That's too obvious, and Katze is learning about not bringing up sensitive topics.]

Or maybe they just want people to worship them. The Elite of your world.