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Everybody outside the Two Rivers, and to a lesser extent Andor, was bloody insane. A man just had to be ready for that.
The Rahad had fought off every invasion so far. Light. Rand should have just hidden there, instead of going up to fight the Last Battle. The Trollocs and Darkfriends would have come for him, and the Rahad would have left them all unconscious in an alley, their pockets turned inside out and their shoes sold for soup money.
The men who fight have glory,” Lan said to her, “but the battle itself is not glory. It simply is.
Robert Jordan & Brandon Sanderson, A Memory of Light, chapter nine, page two hundred and twenty six