For We Are All Bound In Stories,

Shake Your Fist All You Want But Dead Is Dead

The Soul Knows No Greater Anguish Than To Take A Breath That Begins With Love And Ends With Grief.

Betrayal Was The Greatest Of All Crimes, For It Took All That Was Human Within A Person And Made It A Thing Of Pain. In The Face Of That, Murder Itself Was Surcease: It Was Quick, And It Ended The Anguish And Despair Of A Life Without Hope.

The Stars, They Are As The Sun. Each Star. Every Star. And Those Spheres- They Are Worlds, Realms, Each One Different Yet The Same.

First In , Last Out. Motto Of The Bridgeburners