You've Commited Murder Just As Much As

Blackthorne, Beside The Gates, Was Still Turmoiled By His Boundless Joy At Her Reprieve And He Remembered How His Own Will Had Been Stretched That Night Of His Near-seppuku, When He Had Had To Get Up As A Man And Walk Home As A Man Unsupported, And Became Samurai. And He Watched Her, Despising The Need For This Courage, Yet Understanding It, Even Honoring It.

You've Commited Murder Just As Much As Helene Did. You Killed A Fly With A Human Head. She Killed A Human With A Fly Head.

Wars Are Fought By Teenagers, You Realize That. They Really Ought To Be Fought By The Politicians And Old People Who Start These Wars.

Life And Death Are The Same...leave Karma To Karma.

You Never Know . . . That's What Makes Life Interesting.