“Do you get nervous before a battle?” Jun asked in that black passage. “Yes,” Keema said. “I get nervous.” Jun chuckled. “Why is that funny?” Keema asked, a little insulted. “Fear is not something my brothers would ever admit to. I’ve never met any warrior who would admit to such weakness.” “It’s not a weakness,” Keema said. “Oh?” “Fear keeps you alive.” “Not always.” Jun tilted his head. “Not when fear kills your good ideas. Not when it makes you run and your enemy shoots you in the back with his arrow.” “My fear has never guided me wrong,” Keema said.
