This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

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.

All knowledge is worth having.

It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you