In war, people die. If it’s not you, it’s the guy next to you.
I’m supposed to be going towards someone, but instead, I’m running from someone else.
I am not here to threaten you. I’m here to kill you.
All is fair in love and war, but some battles leave no victor, only a trail of broken hearts that makes us wonder if the price we pay is ever worth the fight.
You and I, this… we aren’t done.[to Johnny]
Why speak of conflict, when cooperation can make us all rich?
Whoever comes between the Dragon and the Dark One will die.
We do f***ed up things to each other. And we hurt each other, and it gets messy, but that’s just us, in any world you’re in.[to Whiterose]
The fundamental fault of man is to think the enemy is external, not internal.
Stop! You’re gonna make me do things I don’t wanna do.[to Tracy]
Sometimes, despite everything, peace breaks out. People get tired of fighting, and pain, and death, and are willing to start all over again.
Peacocks represent rebirth. The serpent, too, can shed its skin, begin anew. And yet, when the two meet, they’re violent enemies. Pure destruction.
