RAPHEAL:
I know your type. I've met plenty of people like you... Let's see if I get this right: During your service in the war your team was ambushed. You watched as your friends and only allies in a foreign land fell to the ground, never to return to their feet again. You tried to take charge, you tried to fill the shoes of your fallen leader. And you prevailed, you got away, you saved your survivors... but just barely. Only in a stroke of luck. The unfortunate truth, that many fail to grasp, is that true skill is not luck. You General Torrey, you were born lucky, I can sense it in your voice. But that won't help you... not now. Luck eventually runs out. True skill never expires.