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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.

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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.

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“You have sworn the oaths, traveler?” the guard asked in a lazy Seanchan drawl. On the other side of the gate, a different soldier waved over the next person in line.

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Rand al’Thor?” Elayne asked. “Are you going to talk to me, or do you wish to ogle me further?”
“If I can’t ogle you, whom can I ogle?” Rand asked.

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Lan stopped, eyeing the aged general. “Take care, Lord Agelmar. It almost sounds as if you are calling me selfish.”
“I am, Lan,” Agelmar said. “And you are.”

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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

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You did well, my friend,” he said. “Your praises will be sung for generations. May you shelter in the palm of the Creator’s hand, and may the last embrace of the mother welcome you home.” He turned to the others.

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