Honor is for the living. Dead is dead. — Drew Karpyshyn, Path of Destruction
Honor is for the living. Dead is dead. — Drew Karpyshyn, Path of Destruction
Honor is for the living. Dead is dead. — Drew Karpyshyn, Path of Destruction
Honor is for the living. Dead is dead. — Drew Karpyshyn, Path of Destruction
Honor is for the living. Dead is dead. — Drew Karpyshyn, Path of Destruction
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Honor is for the living. Dead is dead.

— Drew Karpyshyn, Path of Destruction
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