Kioet: What the sith do you think you're doing?! You couldn't put it on, so you can't take it off. You better look like coming!!!
*Kioet loads his gun and storms off towards the arena*
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.