Honor what you keep safe. It was a motto burned into our minds to remind us that we are people who fight for good. It reminds us to remember that good does not always come from bad. Even as I grabbed my knife and turned towards my opponent, I knew my honor was going to be put in history. Whether famous or invisible, it would be known. I smiled and held up my blood-covered hand. I curled my fingers back towards me and stood my ground as the Rogue attacked. Nous devoveo, nous protego.