Kioet to both Irvines: "My ship is no place to be holding a fight, so if you're not going to buy anything, the least you can do is hand over that chest and get the hell out of here."
*Kioet looks at both of them, suspiciously*
"What's it going to be?"
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.