Kioet: "What the!? Is this yourself when you're older??!?! BUT HOW COULD THAT BE!!!"
*images of the saber chest form in Kioet's mind*
Kioet: "QUICK! MAYBE HE'S HERE FOR THE CHEST!!"
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.