"I do not know much of your order. Were you born a templar?""No. Our scripture says, "As a farmer reaps his wheat, so must the order harvest and purify the weeds.""You say you are a weed. I think that even weeds have their purpose under the sun and moon.""No. They strangle. They corrupt. And the crop fails. I was lucky to be taken when I was." — A companion and Kormac discussing the latter's past