Wise? No, I Simply Learned To Think.

Engaged In A Fiery Dance, Their Bodies Were Linked And Seperated By The Flashing Blades. At Times They Nearly Touched, Taut Skin Only A Hair's Breadth Away, But Then Momentum Would Whirl Them Apart, And They Would Withdraw For A Second, Only To Join Again. Their Sinuous Forms Wove Together Like Twisting Ropes Of Windblown Smoke.

Show Respect For Those In Power, But Do Not Follow Them Blindly.

Characters Are Born From Necessity.

When I Saw Fäolin Fall, I Understood Then That The True Agony Of War Isn't Being Wounded Yourself, It's Having To Watch Those You Care About Being Hurt.

Fame Or Infamy, Either One Is Preferable To Being Forgotten When You Have Passed From This Realm.