Blood Always Aids Blood, My Friend.

Hold On To Your Dreams, Kiall. They Are More Important Than You Realise.

We Are Tiny Flames, Helikaon, And We Flicker Alone In The Great Dark For No More Than A Heartbeat. When We Strive For Wealth, Glory And Fame, It Is Meaningless. The Nations We Fight For Will One Day Cease To Be. Even The Mountains We Gaze Upon Will Crumble To Dust. To Truly Live We Must Yearn For That Which Does Not Die.

Do Not Speak Badly Of Yourself, For The Warrior That Is Inside You Hears Your Words And Is Lessened By Them.

While Men Compete In War, There Will Be Warriors. While There Are Warriors, There Will Be Princes Among Warriors. Among The Princes Will Be Kings, And Among The Kings An Emperor.

There Is A Darkness In You. In All Of Us, Probably. Beasts We Keep Chained. Ordinary Men Have To Keep The Chains Strong, For If We Let The Beast Loose Then Society Will Turn Upon Us With Fiery Vengeance. Kings Though...well, Who Is There To Turn Upon Them? So The Chains Are Made Of Straw. It Is The Curse Of Kings, Helikaon, That They Can Become Monsters. And They Invariably Do.