Hatred cannot fill the heart. Only warmth can endure the long passage of time. The greatest force in this world has never been hate, but hope; the most precious things have never been power or the thrill of revenge, but the steadfast devotion found in everyday life. In the end, all those clashes of blades and bitter feuds become the plants and trees of the valley, the tenderness in someone's eyes, and a warmth passed down from generation to generation. There is no good or evil, no winner or loser. There is only Carefree Valley, a group of people, and warmth through the years.
