Her wings are the prayers of the devoted; her sword, the despair of the vile.

My only dream is to destroy the nightmares of others.

He never yet no villainy ne said
In all his life, unto no manner wight.
He was a very perfect gentle knight.

You should know that it was not love that drove him, but duty. I was his responsibility, and he had made a promise, a promise that was now broken and undone. Like all mistakes he had made, the Prince intended to fix this. A noble goal to be certain, but a selfish one as well. For he was motivated to ease his own pain.

In that fair Order of my Table Round,
A glorious company, the flower of men,
To serve as model for the mighty world,
And be the fair beginning of a time.
I made them lay their hands in mine and swear
To reverence the King, as if he were
Their conscience, and their conscience as their King,

Syd:You're going to be out there every day.

Jamie Reagan: It's where I want to be

A Knight is sworn to Valor.
His Heart knows only Virtue.
His Blade Defends the Helpless.
His Strength Upholds the Weak.
His Word speaks only Truth.
His Wrath Undoes the Wicked!

Of crystal was his habergeon,
his scabbard of chalcedony,
with silver tipped and plenilune,
his spear was hewn of ebony.
His javelins were of malachite
and stalactite - he brandished them,
and went and fought the dragon flies
of Paradise, and vanquished them.

I'll die as befits a knight, defending the weak.

Anger he smiles tow'ring shiny metallic purple armour.