As Guts is laying on thousands of dead knights lying on the ground with their spears and shield are all messed up on the ground Guts sees Griffith walking towards him with a smile

Griffith: talks in his angelic voice boy still alive Guts: yes I think so Griffith: He offers his hand to Guts in order to get him up and help stand You have the devils own luck come on Guts: accepts the hand and feels cold and warm as Griffith grey armor touches guts palms and kin and the brown colored glove making guts hands feeling warmer Griffith: after Guts gets up he walks back and stop at his spot as he gives guts a speech that is heart warming and chilling On the battlefield a soldiers life worthy no more than a silver coin as if it were nothing every man lives are controlled by the handful of nobles convenience of royalty ... a moment of silence Guts: coughs Griffith: stares at the sky While even a king shall to live his life as he pleases as Griffith stands on the top of the cliff and guts sits their just staring listening Griffith: we all are swept by this tide known as fate until we eventually leave this world we will run out of time and the tide of life will recede before we know who we are in this world their must be one man who is preordained life is the key to ruling the world regardless of his so existing social position and class Guts: continues on listening feeling complexed and more focused on what Griffith is speech to him about