The Proof Of Battle Is Action, Proof

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.

My Hour At Last Has Come; Yet Not Ingloriously Or Passively I Die, But First Will Do Some Valiant Deed, Of Which Mankind Shall Hear In After Time.

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.

I Want Answers Now Or I Want Them Eventually!

Forget The Brother And Resume The Man.