You defeated me in a way no one thought was possible. You made me your friend by never giving up on me.
We’re all neophytes in love. None of us have the tools, or the weapons, or the resources. Prepared as we think we are, we’re defeated.
Attacking a man you cannot defeat comes from pride, not honor. Pride is often the opposite of honor.[to Eli]
It’s okay to fall, to make mistakes. I’ve made lots. It’s how you become a cantankerous old sorcerer. The trick is to embrace your defeats as well as your victories. You pay for both in the end.[to Elora]
In defeat… is where a man defines himself. Some people hide like cowards. Others face it. Some rebel against it, but without dignity. And other people cannot avoid destroying everything in order to have another life. [En la derrota… donde se define un hombre. Algunos se comportan como pusilánimes. Otros tragan. Algunos se rebelan, pero lo hacen sin dignidad. Y algunos no pueden evitar destrozarlo todo para poder tener otra vida.]