I had companions once. They were hunted and slain for their hides and the prize of victory or for punishment of their nature. I cannot say I don't understand the sport, as I too conquer and enjoy the spoils that come with it. Nonetheless, companionship is rare in my recent days. I may very well be the last of my kind.
The death of an old art gives life to a new. It's a cycle, nothing more. I do think it's a shame, though. There are many lessons to be learned from stories, even from the way they are told.