Kioet: Don't try anything foolish, Irvine. Now sit down and enjoy the ride. That was a flash grenade that I threw, not a thermal detonator, so there's no real need to be upset.
*Kioet reaches inside a crate, then tosses Irvine a bottle of water and a packet of meat*
Kioet: See, I can be hospitable. Try to relax, we're almost there.
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.