Men fall from the sky and gods hurl thunderbolts. Innocents die. That’s how it starts. The fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness that turns good men… cruel.
The world will know that free men stood against a tyrant, that few stood against many, and before this battle was over, even a god-king can bleed.
My children, this is the day for which you were born. You will face an army of men who have never lost a war. Men who have forgotten what it means to be afraid. We will bring fear once again to Show White’s army.
Men are still good. We fight. We kill. We betray one another. But we can rebuild. We can do better. We will. We have to.
Yeah, Warren, that’s the problem with old men. You can kick ’em down the stairs, and say it’s an accident, but you can’t just shoot ’em.