He pulled his glasses out of his pocket and started cleaning them, a frown of thought creasing his brow as he struggled to find a way to define the term so that they would understand.
The scholar in him was appalled at their lack of education. The warrior was wondering just how hard it would be to take their 'creators' apart.
"Honor is like blood. It's easy to lose. Hard to give up. When you come into this world, you come into it without honor of your own. You come into it with the honor of your parents or makers, as you do the blood they give you. But you make it your own. You learn right and wrong, you learn painful truths and pretty lies and you find you must make choices. Those choices shape you, they define you, and they define your honor. A man without honor does not care for right or wrong, for justice or duty. he cares only for himself. A man without honor will sacrifice others before risking his own pride or possesions. A man without honor will rape, pillage and burn because he feels like it. Because nothing matters to him but himself. He's an animal walking upright and speaking. A man with honor, will never do those things. He will do what is right, and always what is right, no matter the cost to himself. No matter the personal price. And he will do it because it is right, he believes it to be right. He needs no other justification for it. You don't see a man's honor until he is put to a test. You don't see a man's blood until he's wounded."