When you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope.

Nine lies on his back, groaning. His chest is shredded from where Eight slashed him, he’s got a fresh black eye, and I think I notice a trickle of blood from where I struck him with his staff. Suddenly, his groans turn to laughter. “That was awesome!” Nine hollers.

And I'm certain one day, you'll make it back home. With love, Your friend and Cêpan, -H

No one, and nothing, will ever hurt you as long as I'm alive.

He who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it.

You can let your anger destroy you, or you can use it for something.

And that’s about all any of us can really hope for, to die with our dignity, to die with honor and valor. To die knowing we did everything we could.