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What is honor compared to a womans's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms... or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. What is honor compared to a womans's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms... or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
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