Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it's those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trails, or fracture by a permanent, damning fault line.

You mean you have to be epic already, for it to make you more epic?

I’m Pri-ya again. I always will be with this man.

Its our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

Your race devotes itself to justifying its errors, not correcting them

I've spent enough time behind a bar that I've formed a few opinions about what people wear and what it says about them. Guys who wear black from head to toe fall into two categories: they want to be trouble, or they are trouble.

What are you? A man with a rope? Ha-ha.