Gather the shards of your courage. Patch together what resolve you can. We'll find this thing - and kill it.

I thought we'd die there, quarrels in our backs, you for what you did and me for bearing witness.

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.

Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.

Makes you wonder if the gods are always right.

Proof of war, when it comes, always comes too late.

I won't go back and live in the sea again.