Wise? No, I Simply Learned To Think.

A True Warrior Does Not Fight Because He Wishes To But Because He Has To. A Man Who Yearns For War, A Man Who Enjoys His Killing, He Is A Brute And A Monster. No Matter How Much Glory He Wins On The Battlefield, That Cannot Erase The Fact That He Is No Better Than A Rabid Wolf Who Will Turn On His Friends And Family As Soon As His Foes.

I Am Not Who I Was, But I Know Who I Am.

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.

You Named Your Sword Fire? Fire? What Kind Of A Boring Name Is That? You Might As Well Name Your Sword 'blazing Blade' And Be Done With It. Fire Indeed. Humph. Wouldn't You Rather Have A Sword Called Sheepbiter Or Chrysanthemum Cleaver Or Something Else With Imagination?

Ah, Pay No Heed If Your Enemies Laugh. They'll Not Be Able To Once You Lop Off Their Heads.