We’ve all done things to survive. There are such sins at my back it would kill me to turn around.
There are things you can’t control. There are battles you lose. At the end of the day, the only thing we have is the people we trust.
We make ourselves who we are.
My friends. That is my tribe.
You can’t change what you are, no matter who you save, or who you love.
There’s no exaltation in killing for gold.
Not all deaths are the tragedies we think they should be.
Cornered animals are the most dangerous.
We can’t let ourselves be infiltrated and surrounded. We defend our cliff.
I annihilated a tribe. I betrayed my family. I slaughtered women and children, and murdered my friend, and I will send my father to hell, and laugh while I do it. I’m done trying to be good.
All those things that mark you when you’re young… that make you what you are.
