I believe there’s a hero in all of us that keeps us honest, noble and finally allows us to die with pride. Even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the things we want the most. Even our dreams.
Our ancestors, they were terrible people. They robbed, lied, pillaged, and killed, until one day they found themselves noblemen. But that nobility, it never came from chivalry. It came from being tough and ruthless. Back then, to be called a “gentleman” would have been a death sentence. Not the mark of honor it is today. We are Oxfords, not rogues.[to Conrad]