Be polite to all, friendly to none. Be professional. Be ready to kill everyone and everything.

You have crossbows: Shoot early; shoot often.

So some will be left who remember.

We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.

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

Only from chaos does order come. The angry Fates bring death where they will, when war is king, says Enlil, storm god of the armies, and the tip of his crown rends the clouds above their heads. "Wheresoever I rule, death comes shambling after. So it has always been, is, and will be."

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.