[ He's silent a while longer, lips pressed together. Then-- ]
Why must you always fight...
[ It's a low, frustrated mutter. ] Though you apologise, you do not take back the sentiment. Would you not rather see more of this-- [ he points to the ship ] --than bloodshed?
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Why must you always fight...
[ It's a low, frustrated mutter. ] Though you apologise, you do not take back the sentiment. Would you not rather see more of this-- [ he points to the ship ] --than bloodshed?