"Are you seriously giving me a lecture on how I should live my life? We've been over this already. You don't even know me! Yet you have the gall to tell me what I should and shouldn't do!" Glaive said haughtily. He sat up and approached Turin and grabbed him by the neck of his cloak. "Don't you ever, EVER, tell me what to do. I've seen things that are far worst than what this planet can cough up. Nightmarish things. Hellish things. Things that will will stay with you . . . forever. Throughout my life I have served no master but myself, working as a bodyguard, mercenary, freelancer and bounty hunter. I've been to more planets and galaxies than I care to remember. I've seen the deaths of friends and family. I've endured hardships and torture. I've been betrayed and shunned . . . and yet I'm cursed to continue living." Glaive let go of Turin and marched back to his spot.