A little truth seasons a lie like salt.
The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart
That which yields is not always weak.
I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower
Love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.
To recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it