*Kioet wakes up in a cell, binders are around his wrists and ankles, and he's strapped to the wall*
Kioet: "Come out, come out whomever you are!!!!"
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.