"Why? I spent most of my life in the wasteland, keeping the cities safe from the Ordu, raiders, desert tribes, and everything else that’s lurking out there and waiting for an opportunity to strike – an opportunity we’ve never given them.
We’ve lost a lot of men over the years, but when your life consists of nothing but skirmishes, battles, and ambushes, losing men becomes part of the game. It becomes just another cost of keeping a legion out there. The attrition rate."
"I’d never questioned it, until I came to Teron. All I could think was "is this what we’re fighting for?" So that cutthroats, thieves, and whores can go about their business without having to worry about anything else? I have more respect for my enemies, than for those we are defending.
Then I realized that there was only one way to make the deaths of all those who had fallen meaningful. We had to take over and save those who could be saved, show them that they could live lives that are worth living, instead of swimming in shit and fighting for crumbs."