There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme
All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.
Some chains are forged for us - those are the hardest to bear.
I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower
Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland
Clearly, Im drawn to characters with inner conflicts.