First in , Last out. Motto of the bridgeburners

Do mortal fools still measure the increments leading to their deaths, wagering pleasures against costs, persisting in the delusion that deeds have value, that the world and all the gods sit in judgment over every decision made or not made?

What matter the colour of the collar around a man's neck, if the chains linked to them were identical?

When you've burned the bridges behind you, don't go starting a fire on the one in front of you.

I was needed, but I myself did not need. I had followers, but not allies, and only now do I understand the difference. And it is vast.

The notion of evil for its own sake strikes me as boring -- all these Dark Lords intent on creating wastelands packed with enslaved victims... for what?

We humans do not understand compassion. In each moment of our lives, we betray it. Aye, we know of its worth, yet in knowing we then attach to it a value, we guard the giving of it, believing it must be earned, T’lan Imass. Compassion is priceless in the truest sense of the wold. It must be given freely. In abundance.