*Kioet is patrolling outside of the theatre in an ancient battletank*
*suddenly an explosion sends shrapnel flying*
Kioet: what the hell?
*Kioet swings the main gun around, toward the theatre's entrance*
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.