"Two of the grand things in the world worth fighting for: hope, and the truth. One can most always be found in some way. The other, always uncertain - but worth pursuing." But he already knew the truth, in his way. Nothing was true. There was no underlying great knowledge of the world, no one fact that tied everything together. But there were smaller truths, and that thought made him ask, "How long have you been here, Iron Bull? I tend toward curiosity, and now wonder what sort of place I've found myself in."
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