Every great cause has martyrs. Every war has suicide missions and make no mistake, this is war. One half of the human race at war with the other. The invisible army hovering at our elbow, tending to our homes, raising our children. Ignored, patronised, disregarded. Not allowed so much as a vote. But an army nonetheless, ready to rise up in the best of causes. To put right an injustice as old as humanity itself. So you see, Watson, Mycroft was right. This is a war we must lose.
What a martyr craves more than anything is a sword to fall on. So, you sharpen the blade, hold it at just the right angle.
What point is there in being a martyr to your race when there are none left to worship you?[to Nimue]
Heresy. That’s what they’re hanging for. Not for being part of the Resistance, because officially, there is no resistance. Not for helping people escape, because officially, there is no such thing as escape. They hang for being heretics, not martyrs. Martyrs inspire. Heretics are just stupid.