"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"I had Azrael give me a lecture on the balance once," he said. "I guess she counts as the powers that be." He paused. "Honestly, I don't even remember a word she said," he chuckled. "I really didn't do well with lectures at the time."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Honestly, I don't really do well with lectures now. I've never really been able to absorb stuff by just hearing it. I just gotta... do it. Or see it happen, kind of thing."
"I've gotten better at it since becoming an assassin but I can't say it's my forté. Though, once I do something, I never forget it - or, at least, quite rarely," Kratzer agreed.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Amazing," Bo said, leaning over onto the table and resting his chin in one palm.
"It's taken me a loooot of practice to get where I am. Lots of years of sucking at stuff. I mean, I'm sure you can say the same, but all I'm tryna say is I'm a pretty slow learner," he laughed.
"I have my old mentor to thank for it, really. He threw me to the wolves many times before I figured things out - and if I hadn't, I never would've been as successful or as alive as I was."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Me too," Kratzer laughed. "He taught me everything, really."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
