Revenge is never the best driver for a battle, but a common one.

When the balance is restored, people get hurt.

It is upon each soul to recognize its limit.

So well do I love you, I go to my god singing your praises. When I meet my father, I will tell him I fought beside you.

We've the new hard-steel, though why they're all so hot to pay twice the price when men're soft as clay and even wood will pierce the boldest belly, I can't say.

Valor was in Nikodemos, unquestionable, and commitment like trees to stand or night to fall.

It was his soul's freedom that was in question. And that question was whether freedom was worth the price when it meant shirking the responsibilities of honor.