Alex Avrio

When you fall into the gutter you tell yourself that you can climb out. Then you notice that you__e covered in filth but you still think that you can get out. But the smell seeps into your soul and is always there with you. All you need is someone else to look at you differently, talk to you like you__e someone that matters and extend a hand. Only then can you climb into the gutter.

I__ glad that this team has a woman for a leader,_ Onoria finally said. Regina didn__ quite know how to reply. ____ fed up with men in charge not knowing what they__e talking about._ Onoria turned towards Regina. __ren__ you?___ don__ like people in charge that don__ know what they__e doing, male or female,_ Regina said.

War is not an art, boy. Send a hundred men over a hill and know that they won__ make it. Hold a drummer boy, cut open from groin to neck, guts spilling out as he cries for his mother, telling him it__ going to be all right. Make him believe you. Be his commanding officer, his god. Let him let his guard down and be kind enough to snap his neck. War is butchery. And I am the better butcher.