#those reflective posts

You do realize that urn represents all that's left of the old Ajay. The "Pre-Kyrat" Ajay. Once you spread those ashes all the ties you have to that previous life are gone. And then what happens? Well, I suppose you could do what I did after Mohan killed Lakshmana. Oh, you didn't know that did you? Huh. Yes, your father killed your half sister, and then your mother killed him in return. I simply continued where she left off. I've killed so many people for them. But then I realized, I was only using Lakshmana's death as an excuse to do whatever I wanted to do. Just as you use those ashes as an excuse to do whatever you want to do.

It's a good thing that you were there to help Bhadra when she was in trouble. Perhaps you are her guardian now, eh? I saw you coming out of that burning building with Bhadra in your arms. You saved her life. You are a hero, Ajay. Bhadra is very fortunate to have a saviour in you. She has a kindness that is rare in the youth these days and you should protect her. She's merely a girl but there is something special about her.

The purpose of fashion isn't to make pretty clothes that no one wears. It's to provide designers with a means of expressing themselves in a particular time and place. You've seen what war has done to this country and I want to reflect that in my work. When I say "be fierce" it means live intensely and without fear. Be bold and strive for quality in all you do. Above all, be free to express yourself however you fucking well please, regardless of what others think.

They lie to you, you know this. People call it the circle of life, but... life is built on a pile of bones. You eat, or you are eaten. I was saved by a bullet to the head. It killed the old me, the terrible me, one you would have called a warlord.

I spread the truth, and I take the liars down a peg. You see all this hardware? I built it myself, man. I use this stuff to monitor Royal Army radio channels and I've managed to locate one of these centers. We can't have Pagan contaminating the population with all his bullshit… This is Radio Free Kyrat, I'm your host, Rabi Ray Rana, and believe me when I say this, I am not going anywhere.

Pagan was my king. I would've done anything for him, but then your mother led him astray. I tried to warn him, but he wouldn't listen and his love for Ishwari eventually broke him. She weakened his resolve. She turned him into this simpering shell of a man. He stopped being a king that day. He was broken, weak... I lied to myself. I thought he would get better. What is broken stays broken. It stays weak.

"And one of the elders sayeth unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the root of David hath prevailed to open the book, and loose the seven seals thereof!" It is our savior! It is our savior returned to us as a lion, a warrior! So, I started thinking to myself. When the Son of God is reborn, what gun would he use?