First In , Last Out.

The Harder The World, The Fiercer The Honour.

Desires Should Never Be Justified,' Tehol Said, Wagging A Finger. 'all You End Up Doing Is Illuminating The Hidden Reasons By Virtue Of Their Obvious Absence.

Destiny Is A Lie. Destiny Is Justification For Atrocity. It Is The Means By Which Murderers Armour Themselves Against Reprimand. It Is A Word Intended To Stand In Place Of Ethics, Denying All Moral Context.

War Has Its Necessities...and I Have Always Understood That. Always Known The Cost. But, This Day, By My Own Hand, I Have Realized Something Else. War Is Not A Natural State. It Is An Imposition, And A Damned Unhealthy One. With Its Rules, We Willingly Yield Our Humanity. Speak Not Of Just Causes, Worthy Goals. We Are Takers Of Life.

He Was A Man Who Would Never Ask For Sympathy. He Was A Man Who Sought Only To Do What Was Right. Such People Appear In The World, Every World, Now And Then, Like A Single Refrain Of Some Blessed Song, A Fragment Caught On The Spur Of An Otherwise Raging Cacophony. Imagine A World Without Such Souls. Yes, It Should Have Been Harder To Do.