Something awful is always going to happen, Arton. It's Sanctuary. You're a Stepson. Awful is a big part of your job.
Nothing he knew of, enunciated life like death.
Survival's the thing, isn't it?
Haste breeds error; error breeds woe.
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 fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.