There is a darkness in you. In all of us, probably. Beasts we keep chained. Ordinary men have to keep the chains strong, for if we let the beast loose then society will turn upon us with fiery vengeance. Kings though...well, who is there to turn upon them? So the chains are made of straw. It is the curse of kings, Helikaon, that they can become monsters. And they invariably do.

I would have offered you a forest of truth, but you wish to speak of a single leaf

How many hopes and dreams are trapped within these bones? How many wonders lie never to be discovered? This is what war is. Desolation, despair and loss. There are no victors.

There's no shame in fear. But understand this - the coward is ruled by fear, while the hero rides it like a wild stallion.

The truth. Men will blind themselves with hot irons, rather than face it.

Do not speak badly of yourself, for the warrior that is inside you hears your words and is lessened by them.

I make little distinction between those who commit evil and those who stand by and do nothing.