Survival has its own etiquette.
As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisdom of which you've never dreamed.
Proof of war, when it comes, always comes too late.
Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one.
I won't go back and live in the sea again.
I see ranks ready for battle, stretching out. Five, six horses across, ranks in formation. Endlessly.