Matter of Honor (Preface) While he was observing the blood that he had now on his clothes did not feel fear. He was shivering not through the fear running his bones, it was through the frozen fiercenes that had risen in his soul again. Frozen. Frozen like that concrete floor that he had under his naked stomach the first time he realized that no one would come in his rescue and took the decision to survive. Despite knowing every blood drop was a proof of the weakness of his body and of how with every minute his probability to die was increasing, observing his blood made him remember his honor. It made him remember who he was.