While many can pursue their dreams in solitude, other dreams are like great storms blowing hundreds,
even thousands of dreams apart in their wake. Dreams breathe life into men and can cage them in suffering. Men live and die by their dreams. But long after they have been abandoned they still smolder deep in men's hearts.
Some see nothing more than life and death. They are dead, for they have no dreams

Is he living his dreams in death? Or.. is death the end of dreams?

Death on the battlefield comes regardless of class, royal or common. The loser must die!

A dream... It's something you do for yourself, not for others.

Among thousands of comrades and ten thousand enemies, only you... only you made me forget my dream. I see it!

A friend would not just follow another's dream... a friend would find his own reason to live.

I feel no responsibility to comrades who've lost lives under my command. Because they chose to fight in each battle.. Just as I chose this. But if there is something that... I can do for them. Something I can do for the dead... Then it is to win! I must keep winning to attain my dream. The same one they clung to, and risked their lives for!! To realize my dream, I will perch on top of their corpses.. It is a blood-smeared dream, after all. I don't regret or feel guilty about it... But to risk thousands of lives while never getting myself dirty. It's not a dream that can be so easily realized!

It is my perception, that a true friend never relies on another's dream. A person with the potential to be my true friend, must be able to find his reason for life without my help. And, he would have to put his heart and soul into protecting his dream. He would never hesitate to fight for his dream, even against me. For me, a true friend is one who stands equal on those terms.