“You insist it will end like others had. From yourself, for me you fear.You forget that I am different. Please trust the luck that brought us here. I say, give it a try, give it a chance; change your mind and spread your wing.I am too dear, you explain. Flying with you is a risky fling. Chances you gave to nameless faces showed you life in black and white.The light I see when I see your face makes me certain that I am right. Never the same again. I took the oath to wait.You would come around, I promised. You just need time. Nothing is the same with that oath to wait.You would come around, now or later... never too late.”

“Of your life, you sleep one third, work one third, and worry one third. If you want to change your life, what third would you change?”

“Here again, I follow a lightBecause I want to end that nightBecause I want to stop the hungerBecause I want to be much strongerBecause, all I ever dreamt to beIs living a life of boredom free I find my mind playing a gameTo seduce a divine cloud of sameOnes that rain only on meadowsThose who bare no signs of sorrows I sing and laugh, I dance and leapI tell her stories of a past too deepI study her well to know the wayTo make her happy, to make her stay But when she rains and I realizeThat she is not what she once wasAnd that my land did not growA plant of love that I don’t know I miss the sun, I miss the windAnd there this cloud’s story endsNo more dances, no more songsThere I count all her wrongs “You have to leave,” I tell her whyshe has to leave to free my skyfor other clouds, big and divinewill never wait nor stand in line There again, I follow a lightBecause I want to end that nightBecause I want to stop the hungerBecause I want to be much strongerBecause, all I ever dreamt to beIs living a life of boredom free”

“The future remains an extension of the past. Cosmetic change makes times different, but people stay the same. We love, hate, dress more, dress less, kill, procreate, build and destroy. We often forget then get reminded of feelings we had forgotten; pessimists prefer the past experiences; optimists prefer the new ones. Whatever you feel about it, remember it will never last, so make the best out of it.”

“Listen to me. I am leaving, but I am living. I will not be gone from you entirely, Will. When you fight now, I will be still by you. When you walk in the world, I will be the light at your side, the ground steady under your feet, the force that drives the sword in your hand. We are bound, beyond the oath. The Marks did not change that. The oath did not change that. It merely gave words to something that existed already.”

“But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy?”

“If I'd thought I would regret it," he said calmly, "I never would have made that oath. I knew what becoming a knight would mean. And if you asked me again, the answer would still be the same." He sighed, framing my face with his hands. "My life... everything I am... belongs to you.”