Kioet to Irvine:
"You are most kind. I was going to give you some credits, but realized I've used the last on the meal, so I panicked."
*Kioet looks at Irvine, thoughtfully*
"So, what brings you here?"
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.