The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

I have one thing that counts, and that is my heart; it burns in my soul, it aches in my flesh, and it ignites my nerves: that is my love for the people and Peron.

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you

Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.