My throat hurt. I couldn't breathe. I heard someone screaming. I realized, because my throat hurt so much, that I was the one who was screaming.
Let nothing go that you could keep; for, if it went, you couldn’t get it back.
— What are you doing?
— I'm dying.
— You can't die. You need to live to take revenge.
— I don't care about revenge.
— You coward. A little misfortune and you're giving up.
— Misfor... Misfortune?
— You lost your hand.
— My sword hand I was that hand.
— You have a taste, one taste of the real world where people have important things taken from them, and you whine and cry and quit.
For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind.
— You got someone special waiting for you?
— Me? No. I've loved and lost for more than one lifetime.