Survival was not enough. One had to live.
Don't mess with a wizard when he's wizarding!
There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.
Knowledge is your weapon...Kill them with it.
People always equate beauty with good, but it just ain't so.
I put on the boots and kicked some monster ass.