Wars don't bring lasting peace, only lasting death.
Bandara was not an easy place to return to: it could hide from the common worlds whose periphery it inhabited. But Bandara never had, in all its years, completely disappeared.
Wanting neither too much to live, nor too much to die.
Love sees all; hate is blind.
Everyone prepares for battle in his own way.
Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other.