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When a woman looks upon one's scars with wonder, and sees not the glory of battles won, but sheds tears for the pain of injury suffered, then love is born. When she pities a man's history and wishes away his past troubles with present comforts, then love is awakened. When that which makes a warrior hard is met with beauty offered most tender, then can he find love.