((sorry, was in a bit of a bad mood this morning...*blames it on the clocks being changed*))
Kioet to Irvine: "What's the matter with you?! Don't you trust me? Why'd you have to go through the trouble to bring dad with you!"
*looks suspiciously at 'dad'*
Kioet to 'dad: "Your son is perfectly capable of buying these guns on his own, I'd be very embarrassed if he brought you along to make sure he doesn't get ripped off!"
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.