“No stonger allies no greater friends no bigger fighters of honor could a king behould then these assembled afore me mine brothers mine blood”
“Kill me, and be cursed. You are no king of mine.”
“Mylife might be little and boring, but at least it’s mine - not some assembly-line, secondhand, hand-me-down life.”
“Well, check this out. Mine is bigger.”
“Root of a tree, fruit of a vine, let me pass by this blood of mine.”
“Let go of me, Celt, or I’ll rip your arm off. And you know what? I don’t care if I lose both of mine in the process. That’s the difference between us. Pain is my friend and ally. You fear it. (Zarek)”