A warrior fears the battle he missed. More than any fight he can make his own, he fears the fight that’s gone, that ended without him, that no feat of arms can change.

I am a warrior, this is war, this is a battle,

Cowards make the best torturers. Cowards understand fear and they can use it.

I’ll tell you now. That silence almost beat me. It’s the silence that scares me. It’s the blank page on which I can write my own fears. The spirits of the dead have nothing on it. The dead one tried to show me hell, but it was a pale imitation of the horror I can paint on the darkness in a quiet moment.

We don't forget what we know in the heat of battle, the fear has comprised our memory.

Warriors want a worthy opponent. There is no redress in fighting the pathetic.