This fight coming is not a battle of weapons, but a battle of wills.
What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must, until this struggle ends.
It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right.
One to a customer was the rule: one body; one mind; one swing through life. - Tempus
You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.
Proof of war, when it comes, always comes too late.