"Must death always be answered with more of the same? Such is the way of things I fear. I shall consider it a miracle if mine armor is not stained crimson ere this conflict is ended. I should be blinded by my own lies. Everything I believed. Everything I thought I was. Gone. All gone. Leave her. Your words will not reach her now. And we have not the time to wait for her to gather up the pieces of her shattered faith."