Guard your hubris. Remember Pax. Pride kills.

That gulf that divided us is still there, filled with questions and recriminations and guilt, but that's only part of love, part of being human. Everything is cracked, everything is stained except the fragile moments that hang crystalline in time and make life worth living.

You do not follow me because I am the strongest. Pax is. You do not follow me because I am the brightest. Mustang is. You follow me because you do not know where you are going. I do.

This is war. Chaos. Chance. Death.

War is chaos. It always has been. But technology makes it worse. It changes the fear. At the Institute, I feared men. I feared what Titus and the Jackal could do to me. You see death coming there and can at least struggle against it. Here you don't have such luxury. Modern war is fearing the air, the shadows, fearing the silence. Death will come and I won't even see it.

... You have to pull the feet to break the neck. They let the loved ones do it.

You tell anyone I cried, I'll find a dead fish, put it in a sock, hide it in your room, and let it putrefy.""Fair enough.

Justice isn't about fixing the past, it's about fixing the future.

I confess, I hope she does not hurry. It is good to be alone in the snow.