I don't hate my fellow man, even when he's tiresome and surly and tries to get a rise. I figure that's just a human material, and him that finds in it cause for anger and dismay is just a fool for expecting better.


It is always my endeavor to view my opponent without animus, and to form an opinion on the basis of the courage they show. I always try and seek them out in combat and kill them, and I expected nothing else in return. But never do I entertain mean thoughts of them. When prisoners fall into my hands, I feel responsible for their safety, and always do everything in my power for them.