To live is to suffer, to die is to lose. to quit is the second, to try is the first. my feet are cold on the round, it hurt to look at the guards and their warm cloths.. hands always always on their sword. I tock a bite of the stale bread. the ground we sat on was cold our breath seen in the air, we kids had all grown used to the cold. only a week before the next testing game, training would get harder from here on out.