"I quickly stabilized him and rushed him to the care of the chirurgeons back at camp. I stayed by his side as he recovered, wracked with guilt over what I had done. Still, he was alive. We had a lot of catching up to do." (4/4)

"As I stepped close to finish him off, I had a moment of recognition myself. It couldn't be, surely. His face had become worn and hardened over the years, but there was no mistaking it. He still had the same gentle expression he'd had when we were kids. Somehow, He'd survived the incident." (3/4)

"We fought for what felt like eternity, not once landing a blow on each other, until I caught him faltering. I see now that his moment of weakness was one of recognition. He hesitated, but I took advantage and hit him cross the eye, knocking off his helm and left him bloodied on the ground." (2/4)