Weapons are the tools of fear; all decent men will avoid them accept in the direst necessity and, if compelled, will use them only with the utmost restraint. Peace is his highest value. If the peace is shattered, how can he content? His enemies are not demons, but human beings like himself. He doesn't wish them personal harm. Nor does he rejoice in victory. How could he rejoice in victory and delight in the slaughter of men?
He enters battle gravely, with sorrow and with great compassion, as if he were attending a funeral.