This fight coming is not a battle of weapons, but a battle of wills.

Keep your enemies at a distance, your partners close at hand.

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.

Arrows are cheap; you're expensive.

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.

To the death with honor, shoulder to shoulder, and no one gets closer to a Stepson than his partner.

A wise one determines his own fate.