You break the rules and become a hero. I do it, and I become the enemy. That doesn’t seem fair.[to Stephen]
We only have three rules. First, do your part. No time for any freeloaders. Second, never harm another Glader. None of this works unless we have trust. Most importantly, never go beyond those walls.
Two rules that cannot be broken, Jonathan. No blood on Continental grounds, and every marker must be honored.
In 1917, I signed up to fight the Huns in France. Good men died all around me. And I saw no reason for it. The rules we lived by were lies. And they didn’t apply to those who made them. I swore if I made it home, I would never follow orders again. I left a soldier. I came home an outlaw.