Before you speak… I have already heard. Before you see… I had seen a million times. Before you reach… I came and departed, so is the way and life of a versatile soul.

Truth, meanwhile, was a weaponthat even a damaged fist could still grasp and wield. It was a remarkably versatile commodity; it could be traded, or help serve an end, or produce aprofit.

i am not strong or weak i am exactly what the situation requires(versatile)