Men fall from the sky and gods hurl thunderbolts. Innocents die. That’s how it starts. The fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness that turns good men… cruel.
The world will know that free men stood against a tyrant, that few stood against many, and before this battle was over, even a god-king can bleed.
My children, this is the day for which you were born. You will face an army of men who have never lost a war. Men who have forgotten what it means to be afraid. We will bring fear once again to Show White’s army.
Men are still good. We fight. We kill. We betray one another. But we can rebuild. We can do better. We will. We have to.
You’re not brave. Men are brave.
Dangerous times favor dangerous men.
Bringing desperate men in alive, is a good way to get yourself dead.
Yeah, Warren, that’s the problem with old men. You can kick ’em down the stairs, and say it’s an accident, but you can’t just shoot ’em.
Men cannot fear what they cannot see.
Men are strange, aren’t they? They don’t see what’s right in front of them.
I wish I could do it myself, but dead men tell no tales.
I spent my life trying not to be careless. Women and children can be careless, but not men.
