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A Man Who Trusts Everyone Is A Fool And A Man Who Trusts No One Is A Fool. We Are All Fools If We Live Long Enough.

The Light Willing, We Will See One Another Again," Rand Said. He Held Out His Hand To Perrin. "watch Out For Mat. I'm Honestly Not Sure What He's Going To Do, But I Have A Feeling It Will Be Highly Dangerous For All Involved." "not Like Us," Perrin Said, Clasping Rand's Forearm. "you And I, We're Much Better At Keeping To The Safe Paths.

Belief And Order Give Strength. Have To Clear Rubble Before You Can Build.

Yes...how Else Could Demandred Explain The Skill Of The Enemy General? Only A Man With The Experience Of An Ancient Was So Masterly At The Dance Of Battlefields. At Their Core, Many Battle Tactics Were Simple. Avoid Being Flanked, Meet Heavy Force With Pikes, Infantry With A Well-trained Line, Channelers With Other Channelers. And Yet, The Finesse Of It...the Little Details...these Took Centuries To Master. No Man From This Age Had Lived Long Enough To Learn The Details With Such Care.

Run When You Have To, Fight When You Must, Rest When You Can.