"You gave me a body of a granite and a neck of sand - is that some kind of a joke?"

Miro: "First you leave me to get beat, and now you're not answering. Is that funny to you? You know I love my wife, but I can't go home like this.

Does that amuse you?
Have I displeased you?
Have I not bowed enough?
Kneeled enough?
Have I not given your name enough praise?

You gave me a body of a granite and a neck of sand--is that some kind of a joke?
Where are you?
Where are you to tell me, why have you forsaken me?
Why have you forsaken your CHAMPION?

I am done pleading with you now. I am telling you: My God, make no mistake, you will make me your champion, or you will make me your enemy!

For if you stay silent over my head, I will snap necks under my foot. Until the next one I redeem is me and the next one to forgive is you.

Everyone else will know pain until I become your favourite champion.

So I see her once again..."