Never, Dear Gods. Never Mess With Mortals.

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.

The Only Consistent Narrative We Possess Is One That We Share With Every Other Life-form: We Are Born, We Live, And Then We Die.

There Is No Struggle Too Vast, No Odds Too Overwhelming, For Even Should We Fail - Should We Fall - We Will Know That We Have Lived.

"there's Little Value In Seeking To Find Reasons For Why People Do What They Do, Or Feel The Way They Feel. Hatred Is A Most Pernicious Thing, Finding Root In Any Kind Of Soil. It Feeds On Itself." "with Words."

First In , Last Out. Motto Of The Bridgeburners