Evil lives in a pit. If you want to fight it, you must climb down into the slime to do so. White cloaks show the dirt more thank black, and silver tarnishes.
We are tiny flames, Helikaon, and we flicker alone in the great dark for no more than a heartbeat. When we strive for wealth, glory and fame, it is meaningless. The nations we fight for will one day cease to be. Even the mountains we gaze upon will crumble to dust. To truly live we must yearn for that which does not die.
Most wars are fought for greed, but we are luckier here we fight for our lives and the lives of the people we love.
All men have talents. Some build, some paint, some write, some fight. For me it is different.
Kings are chosen by the Source, so it is said ... Therefore those who fight for the king can be said to be godly. Is that not cause enough?
No matter how impossible this war, I shall fight to win. Whatever I have to do, I will do.
If you want to fight evil, you have to climb down in the slime to do so.