There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.
What will happen, will happen.
That's the spirit, one part brave, three parts fool.
There is always something left to lose.
Demon or not, it didn't matter, suffering was everywhere he looked.
Burn? Smite? Punish? Why is your god so intolerant? So jealous? Why must there be only one god? Why is there not room for many?