But to cry in front you Is the worst thing I could do
The physical and mental attributes of the Russian soldier are such as to make them the best people of all for war. They are long-enduring, tough, and insensitive and they find it easy to withstand the hardships of campaigning. They devour great quanities of raw and uncooked food, and their physical constitution is so hard that they bathe in rivers in the coldest weather.
—Christopher Duffy, The Military Experience in the Age of Reason. Quoted from a contemporary source
She won't make a sound
Alone in this fight with herself and the fears whispering
If she stands she'll fall down
He was a soldier, but he was also a DeMarian, Heir to the Throne. Her words were his words now, spoken in his voice, harsh and dangerous. He could not afford to be weak, to trust. Only on the battlefield where loyalties were clear could he relax.
But not here. Especially not here. His eyes met hers, reflecting the royal madness back at her. He was strong, he was stone, and the red-gray fire that glowered in his own eyes burned a darkness through his mind.
But the voice that cried inside was stronger, too, and now it no longer wept, it screamed.
This too I can bear I still am Belisarius
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow