Disclaimer: The Twins, Sloan, and the rest of Paolini's guys aren't mine...
The Twins
To think! That the greatest power in all of Galbatorix's court—
That we, the nameless from birth,
The psychically linked, and the physically inseparable,
That we, the treacherous Twins,
Whose differences were dismissed and disregarded
For that tentative chance at the top,
At that rank high above what would otherwise inescapably be our station.
Shedding the filthy peasants and proles of our youth
Through the unprecedented gift of sorcery—
This mission transcended and ended the debate of right and wrong
Long before the need to switch sides arose in this flighty, worthless War.
But to think! That the unparalleled magical power we held
Wouldn't see the end of the War
Any more than that blasted, bludgeoning, blood-stained peasant
That came up behind us with hammers
Of cold, hard, heartless iron.
