Honour, pride, love… Gah! This is war! In war, choices are easy. You either kill or get killed. As a Soldier, my goal is clear. My commander points me in a direction and I start making choices for every enemy I face.
This blood on my blade… I’d leave it on just as a reminder to my enemies. But the metal will rust if I don’t clean it. Earning stripes doesn’t come from some glorified rank you’ve attained. It’s the blood-red stripes on your cloak you’ve accumulated by cleaning your sword with it.
Honour, pride, love… It’s about survival. In survival, you make the choices before they are made for you.