Но мертвые люди тебе зла не причинят. Зло могут причинить только живые.
Peace is but the absence of war.
Chains are forged of many strange metals.
Voortya was the goddess of warfare, General. And you of all people should know that war is an art requiring decorum and formality.
The best soldier doesn’t value life, not even their own.
“She’s come to murder whatever’s left of our culture!” cries Balakilya.
“She’s here to force us to bow to the whip of Saypur!” shouts another man.
“Oh, for the love of…” Mulaghesh walks to the railing. “You want to know why I’m here? Here of all places on this damned world?”
“Tell us!” shouts one of the men below. “Tell us!”
“Fine!” snarls Mulaghesh. “I’m on vacation, you dumb sons of bitches!”
If wisdom comes with age, why do I keep making so many bad decisions, Pitry?
a slave will use any tool to escape their slavery, even those of their masters.
What wild promises we make in order to justify the worst of decisions.
Isn’t that, uh, a l-little bit p-paranoid, G-General?’
‘Maybe. But paranoia usually doesn’t harm, and often helps.