Character: Chiropractor

I hate it when enemies become human. They are not supposed to do this.

- Tell me, Kostoprav, are there gods? I never believed in gods.
- I don't know, Mistress. I have yet to encounter a meaningful religion. They are usually inconsistent. The gods, judging by the descriptions of their fans, are mostly psychopaths with megalomania and paranoia. I don't know how they live with their obsession. It is possible, however, that humans are simply incapable of correctly interpreting the actions of a being immensely superior to them. Maybe every belief is an ugly and dirty shard of truth. Maybe there are forces that sculpt our world. But I could never understand why the gods in such a vast world should worry about human destinies or prayers.

A man lay in front of me. He sank to the very bottom, but then he fought his way back to the light, and now he earned respect. And now this person is much more worthy than me. Because, having determined his moral guidelines, he held out to the end, even at the cost of his own life. And part of his guilt - albeit a small one - he atoned for.

Evil will always find a crack to get free.

I didn't say I would sit idly by. Only explained that our capabilities are more than modest. You will not demand from a man with a penknife in his hands to cut down the forest and postpone the city. Serious tools are needed for a serious cause.

Mercenaries are not required to make any highly moral decisions. In essence, the mercenary generally pushes morality aside or, at best, rebuilds the world around him so that it fits his lifestyle. Whether he is doing a good job, whether he is faithful to the oath, how he treats his comrades - that's what really matters. Nothing human exists outside the immediate environment. Therefore, whatever the mercenary does or witnesses, loses its meaning - until it jeopardizes the existence of our brotherhood.

Religion is a guest who, knocking on your door one morning, will never leave. She has supernatural power and pushes people to completely irrational actions.

It is said of me that I always see the future only in a gloomy light. But in this case, a person expects less disappointment.

Once you play a fool, and you will never forget it.

A small person needs hatred as food and air, he needs to blame someone for his own mistakes.

I was delighted to learn from her, and she received the same pleasure teaching me. It must have filled her with a sense of her own need.

The stars are gone. Above me, so low that you can touch with your hand, moved the loose belly of a thundercloud, fancifully colored by the hellish lights of the canyon.

First of all, you need to arrange a defense, even if you know that there is not a single enemy around for that. The roof over the head is built later. Better to get wet than to lie in the ground.

A whipped dog running through the night alleys. He can't trust anyone. I felt a little sorry for him. He's a fool. Only a fool keeps betting when his chances diminish. And his chances are diminishing by the hour.