You know the old saying, never bring a knife to a sword fight. Unless it’s concealed.
You don’t trust people because they are trustworthy. You do it because you have nothing else to rely on.[to Sae-byeok][원래 사람은 믿을 만해서 믿는 게 아니야. 안 그러면 기댈 데가 없으니까 믿는 거지.]
We do not know why we are here. We do not know who built the Silo. We do not know why everything outside the Silo is as it is. We do not know when it will be safe to go outside. We only know that day is not this day.
People either survive in the jungle or exist in the zoo. Few recognize the significance of the paradoxical reconciliation of the two.
As in life, it is impossible always to be fully prepared for battle. Keep your sword close, and keep moving.
You don’t get tired of surviving. You just push on. You got to.
When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
We may lose. Sometimes painfully. But we don’t die. We survive.[to Sylvie]
Someone who’s forgotten fear has forgotten how to hide.
Our secrecy is our survival. Our survival is our strength.
No treasure is worth dying for.
I kill to survive, not for sport.
