Tears we can’t control, sobs and weeps are little surrenders, and I will surrender nothing to the pain. Tears may flow, but I will not weep. I am the wife of a warrior now. Which is to say, I am a warrior. And warriors don’t cry.
Whether the body is still alive or not doesn’t matter. What’s important for a warrior is where their soul is.
Today is a day for warriors… a day to kill your enemies. A day we make the pagans wish they had never heard of Wessex. Today, we fight for Wessex!
One of the things us warriors seldom talk about is how often people s*** themselves when they die. It’s a touch of gray in the white cloud of kicking ass.