Gentlemen. Human life is fleeting. I’ve watched many men perish, good and bad. The act itself, the dying, is the same. What distinguishes the honourable from the dishonourable is how in the few, most important moments in life, they conducted themselves. How would you men like to be remembered? As human animals, marginalized, locked away in cages? Or as warriors? Fighters of the highest order? Today, you fight for one tribe: humankind. It no longer matters what colour you wear, or what colour your skin is. All that matters is the colour of your blood. Red versus white. Today you will define who you are. Today you will spill white blood and change the future.
The real impact of a life depends on will. The determination to keep on fighting, no matter the cost.
I get no pleasure from your anxiety. I trained Vaun and the others to be better, they failed us. I’m here now. I will stop him.