Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other. - Euripides

Rhesus. Thy way is mine, friend. Straight I run my race
In word and deed, and bear no double tongue.

How strange, that bad soil, if the gods send rain and sun,
Bears a rich crop, while good soil, starved of what it needs,
Is barren; but man's nature is ingrained - the bad
Is never anything but bad, and the good man
Is good: misfortune cannot warp his character,
His goodness will endure.

البطل الحقيقي يقف صامداً في الصف الأمامي، رابط الجأش لا تطرف له عين في مواجهة انطلاقة الرمح المجنح.