Moods are things for cattle and loveplay, not fighting. I'm sorry, Gurney. Not sorry enough. He's not faking this. I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.