Kioet: Hey Aren. Nice Training Facilities you sent me to. I went through all the training they had, but they refused to let me go. Something about me being mentally unstable...These bastards are WEAK. For instance in hand-to-hand I took on all my instructors at once, and won. Anyways I busted out of that hospital prison they locked me in, and well...my ship. It's not here anymore. Is this some kind of joke?
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.