Where there is great love there is great harmony of thought.

Armon stared into the wild darkness of his opponent and saw a reflection of his own fall.

Dwell in the past, worry about the future and find misery in the present.

A place without meaning is no place to be.

Verily, there is no dishonor in death at the hands of a far superior enemy.

May it be written. May it be done.

What you call life is but a dream, and reality is relative.

Fear sees, even when eyes are closed.

Death whispers your name to me.