"As Athos watched, the young Gascon seemed to grow. Taller, broader. Willing to carry this knowledge and this responsibility."

Would Callen really walk out of a burning building alone?

"A heart makes a good home for the friend." – Yunus Emre A Tag to Episode 1X5, "The Homecoming".

"I know you worry for him. But you, who 'likes to be polite', kicking in doors? That is not you." -Tag to "The Homecoming"

"The regiment is my home. You are my family, all that I have in this world. It does not matter to me why you were spared, only that you were." Related to "The Good Soldier", both Aramis' and Porthos' view points.

"We're protecting him, but he won't thank us for it. He'll see it as betrayal."

It had been happening off and on since that convent, some secret darkness that his brothers would not share with him. And it stung far more than the cut of a sword.

"To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve."

"Before you say they are 'like us', D'Artagnan, you should know that I would slaughter them in their sleep, if given the chance. If they touch him, I will."

Aramis had witnessed worse. Far worse. But that didn't make seeing the evidences of violence on his friend any easier. Tag to S02E02, "An Ordinary Man"

He prayed for forgiveness. For all he had done and all he had failed to do. Missing scenes from "The Good Traitor".

Athos and Aramis were like ice and fire and battered ruthlessly against each other.

His gun. His musket ball. Aramis could see the blood from here. He'd done this.

His brothers were dead. All that was left was the storm.

"Death is forgivable," muttered Athos darkly. "Abandoning him is not."

And his own voice echoed through his head, mocking. "Death is inevitable, but you'll bleed for hours first."

The disbelief warred with disgust across Porthos' scarred face. He growled, shaking his head. "I'd rather die like a man than be hunted like an animal."

Summary: "Duel," snorted Ballestra. "I've no intention of dueling." He cocked the pistol. "I will just shoot him." "Do it," hissed Porthos, "and I will tear you apart."

"Mademoiselle, your offer recommends you. But it solves nothing. Even if they allowed us to carry on, when their ransom demands are not met, they will kill you. The death of an English noblewoman in France." She clenched Athos' warm hand with fingers that felt they had turned to ice. "War," she whispered.

There had been whispers and rumors of dissidents gathering a force in Doue. Treville had ordered them to investigate. They'd been pointed to this country estate by a barkeep in town, but it looked quiet and empty. Which made Athos uneasy.