In battle, we are reborn.
Death is the only thing that ever embraced me.
The stars are beyond my reach, and so I grasp my spear and take aim.
It is not why I fight, but who I fight for.
Because we fall, the climb must be our destination.
We bleed into the same earth, and bleed we must.
Shields defend hearts. Both yours, and those beside you.
The art of war is hearing your heart beating, knowing you are alive.
Pressing forward is not the same as running from your mistakes.
The heavens do not fear me because I am a god, they fear me because I am a man!
I fight until the blood takes the spear from my grasp, until I can only crawl. And even then, you will not defeat me, even then, I will spit in your face!
My profession? You know, now that I think of it… I always wanted to be a baker.
Battle is a dance, and the fortunate find their partner.
How many times must I die before I learn to live?
Flee, and the spear will find your back.
I am no more than a soldier, and no less.
How much further could we march if we were not forced to carry our fears on our backs?
Heavier than my spear is the weight of only one life.
There are no enemies, no allies. Only those about to die.
If they bleed I will call them sister or brother.
Kayn. Either the weapon is redundant, or you are.
