Her idea of who's worth what ain't mine.
Life was never simple, happiness never where you thought you'd left it, and right and wrong no more fixed than clouds in the sky.
Proof of war, when it comes, always comes too late.
Gods have bloody hands.
Vengeance is disappointing, always.
The two stallions, the silver and the black, represent the equine god (whomsoever horses pray to) in this ritual so ancient that no one knows what god to thank.