Men may not believe you, my son. But you must always say the truth, when the truth holds no danger for you or your loved ones.

There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.

I am always yours to call, wherever the sea can reach.

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

It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right.

Honorable battle sustains a Sacred Band.

Men make their own fates - it's personal, not a matter for debate.