When we see too many battlefields, it breaks something inside of a person and they lose the ability to distinguish between cruelty and necessity.

Wars are won from a wink, a gesture, an event that transpired a millennium before the battle. Humanity has always been saved by small acts; the ones where someone gained a piece of their own puzzle, not the ones where a hero stood prodigious on a battlefield.

Since 9/11, the battlefield has changed.

The battlefield is so dynamic,

When you're on this battlefield, you're in 1862.

I see the Fourfold Man; the Humanity in deadly sleep, / And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. / I see the Past, Present, and Future existing all at once / Before me.