“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

Stoic, pragmatic, and orderly. A place for everything and everything in it's place. There is no right or wrong, there is only ever shades of gray, and the context of the situations. Do not be fooled, I will kill you, or die trying, with no remorse or regret.