“A handful of the soil of the homeland in which you were brought up is better than a mountain of gold in a strange homeland”
[Khan Gray] is not an icon. He was the son of his time. He gained from his world in which he was born his mercy and injustice, his light and darkness, his innocence and his guilt, his warmth and coldness, his acumen and his stupidity. Whatever you do to him and change his tongue, and no matter how you change his thinking, even if he lives behind them, you will not be able to make him forget the origin that he was born with, and the hidden voice whispering inside him.
And he, even if he tries to pull himself out of honesty, will not be able to keep his soul alive, and as long as his childhood memories live even in his last breaths.