"When I was three, I cried when I scraped my knee on the cobblestone roads. When I was ten, I cried when I was cut by my friend in fencing practice. When I was 15, I cried when I lost my shield in the middle of a skirmish. At 23, I no longer cry about such things, nor do I fear them. I can only imagine what I won't fear when I'm 40."

Character( c) Ocelot
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