Sleep Well And Wake, Rand Al'thor.

Death Comes To Us All; We Can Only Choose How To Face It When It Comes.

He Was Swimming In A Sea Of Other People’s Expectations. Men Had Drowned In Seas Like That.

But Men Often Mistake Killing And Revenge For Justice. They Seldom Have The Stomach For Justice.

Yes...how Else Could Demandred Explain The Skill Of The Enemy General? Only A Man With The Experience Of An Ancient Was So Masterly At The Dance Of Battlefields. At Their Core, Many Battle Tactics Were Simple. Avoid Being Flanked, Meet Heavy Force With Pikes, Infantry With A Well-trained Line, Channelers With Other Channelers. And Yet, The Finesse Of It...the Little Details...these Took Centuries To Master. No Man From This Age Had Lived Long Enough To Learn The Details With Such Care.

Pride Fills Me. I Am Sick With The Pride That Destroyed Me.