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You did not cause his despair. Had you treated him with distrust, you would have achieved nothing but the confirmation of his distress. Distrust—vindicates itself.

Then he grinned. “But it is said that hunger teaches many things. My friend, a wealth of wisdom awaits us on this journey.”

I would say that happiness lies in serving the Land. And I would say that there is no happiness in times of war.

Power is power. Its uses are in the hands of the user.

I rest and rest, but I do not become young.

Do not hurt where holding is enough;

do not wound where hurting is enough;

do not maim where wounding is enough;

and kill not where maiming is enough;

the greatest warrior is he who does not need to kill.

He no longer accused himself; he knew then that no one could be blamed for being inadequate in the face of such unanswerable malevolence. Destruction was easier than preservation, and when destruction had risen high enough, mere men and women could not be condemned if they failed to throw back the tide.

No one person has the right to withhold knowledge from another. No one is wise enough.

Retribution—ah, my friend, retribution is the sweetest of all sweet dark dreams.

The answer to death was to make use of it rather than fall victim to it—master it by making it serve his goals, beliefs. This was not a good answer. But it was the only answer he had.

Yet this withholding of knowledge ran against every grain of his character. He believed intensely that the refusal to share knowledge demeaned both the denier and the denied.

“Are you wise, Unbeliever?”

“Who knows? If I am—wisdom is overrated.”