Whenever I see such a struggle, it reaffirms my beliefs. Is the sight of the weak dying always so unsightly?
With the death of so many of my men, no guitar wouldn’t weep. My guitar and I are already weeping. Don’t assume you’re getting out of this alive… Quincy![to NaNaNa Najahkoop]
Upon gaining a peaceful world, you people had more things to protect and to love. You’ve deteriorated into a bunch of weaklings who would hesitate to take action to satisfy your pathetic sense of justice and pride.
“The confined Quincy King regains his pulse after 900 years. His mind after 90 years. His strength after 9 years. And the world in 9 days.” Let us go, Uryu, Haschwalth. These are the last 9 days of the world.
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You’re so overcome by fear that, since the beginning, you’ve subconsciously been shifting the issue at hand from life and death to dissuading me. But the war has already begun.[to Hidetomo]
When the strong find the next strongest, they can no longer swing their sword for their own sake. The tip of their sword will always be pointed either toward killing the next strongest, or toward nurturing them.[to Zaraki]