Kioet to Irvine: "I'll meet you there."
*Kioet drinks the last of his beer, gets up, then throws the glass at the bartender, the bartender ducks, and glass goes everywhere. Everyone looks at the bartender. Then Kioet walks out of the cantina, gets on his speeder bike, and speeds off towards his landing craft.*
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.