((can someone plz explain the planes thing to me))
*Kioet walks towards the still body, looks closer at it, then backs away and looks at Farran*
Kioet to Farran: You know him?
Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.