I have to believe our worst moments don't make us monsters.

just promise me one thing, asshole. you won't forget me.

you idiot... you were always a brother, never an enemy.

death shall come to the child in me.

the sorrow of a thousand, thousand worlds weigh heavy. and yet, you can walk on.

I feel different. I can't feel my body anymore. I see my memories, captured in little cubes...

the truth is usually just an excuse for a lack of imagination.

'tis a perilous path you walk. death lurks in the dark, and is the sole promise that awaits at journey's end. you will tremble with terror. you will weep tears of anger and despair. but do not avert your eyes. see your life for what it is.

enough...I've endured enough...

never stop lying. run into that sunset, and never stop lying. until your last breath, you lie. this is the path.

in your darkest hour, in the blackest night...think of me...and I will be with you. always. for where else could I go? who else could I love but you?

can you even remember why you came here? can you even remember how many you killed? how many lives shattered, how many stories ended?

in your darkest hour, in the blackest night...think of me...and I will be with you. always. for where else could I go? who else could I love but you?

I HOPE THIS HURTS.

though the losses be grave, endure them. though the victories be hollow, claim them.

you and I are like light and shadow, born on the same day.

lands that stretched on forever. skies one could drown in. the heartbeat of nature. silent, yet strong. and amidst it all a people. beacons of light and life. laughter that warmed my heart like naught else before. they are my meaning and my purpose. my love.

evil is when nature and spirit meet in the wrong place.

you have committed the cardinal sin of boring me. and so, do I retire to the shade.

that steel's the ultimate steel. even if it cracks, return it to the fire, and it's sure to be reborn.

I'm so fucking normal right now.

kinda tough deciding which of your friends get to die, isn’t it?

seize the day, and SET IT ON FIRE.

enough...I've endured enough...

woe betide the man who stands opposed to the weapon of light, for death will be his reward. death for him and his kin and all that he holds dear.

unacceptable! unacceptable! absolutely unacceptable!

fear didn't make me blind.

your life is yours to live. you shouldn't have to justify it to anyone else.

no. this is somewhere to be. this is all you have, but it's still something. streets and sodium lights. the sky, the world. you're still alive.

there is no place for me other than the battlefield. to live as I please, and die a senseless death. that is who I am. not a mere man of flesh. war is part of my existence.

your body betrays your degeneracy.

I just want the world to know I was here. that I mattered.

I'm so fucking normal right now.

someone who works hard can never beat someone who enjoys himself.

the unwavering blade cares not whom it serves nor who it cuts.

twelve thousand years and NOTHING has changed.

the undoing of atoms called to me.

case in point-- I do not consider you truly alive. ergo, I will not be guilty of murder if I kill you.

stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters. the silence is your answer.

save your tears for the morrow. you may be sure we will have ample cause to shed them, be they for joy or despair.

I feel different. I can't feel my body anymore. I see my memories, captured in little cubes...

excuse me - is this a good place to sit down and die?

Fucking asshole shit fuck. Fucking motherfucking piece of fucking piece of shit fuck you.

excuse me - is this a good place to sit down and die?

your body betrays your degeneracy.

among thousands of comrades and ten thousand enemies, only you... only you made me forget my dream.

I have lived a thousand, THOUSAND of your lives. I have broken bread with you, fought with you, grown ill, grown old, sired children, and yes, welcomed death's sweet embrace!

I'm tired of being calm. calm never got me a damn thing!

if living means bowing down to the likes of you bastards, I’d rather die on my feet with my head held high.

'tis a perilous path you walk. death lurks in the dark, and is the sole promise that awaits at journey's end. you will tremble with terror. you will weep tears of anger and despair. but do not avert your eyes. see your life for what it is.