That is what we call single-minded If you drive all other concerns away, what else is left? Hardly anything.

Well, as for the axe...Hmmm. I have unfond memories of single-minded honorable fools with them.

[Rozalin touches her shoulder, remembering the bloody ruin it was reduced to by that attack. It had healed marvelously, so only she could recall that it had ever been hurt, but the pain was still bright and painted across her memory in vivid color.]