The North of Every Man's Heart

Conan:

I remember days like this when My Father took me to the forest and we ate wild blueberries.

More than 20 years ago. 

I was just a boy of four or five.

The leaves were so Dark and Green then.

The grass smelled Sweet with the Spring Wind.

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Almost 20 years of pitiless cumber!

No rest, No sleep like Other Men.

And yet The Spring Wind blows, Subotai. 

Have you ever felt such a Wind?

Subotai:

They blow where I live too.

In The North of Every Man's Heart.

Conan:

It's never too late, Subotai.

Subotai:

No. It would only lead me back here another day.

In even worse company.

Conan:

For us, there is no Spring.

Just The Wind that smells fresh before The Storm.

Father? 

If you can hear me, I failed. 

I failed You, 

I failed Myself, 

and... 

and all Humanity. 

I traded My Birthright

for a Life of Submission 

In A World That's Ruled by Your Enemies. 

There's nobody left to help them now... 

The People of The World... 

Not since I... 

FATHER!!