"Our wounds will not heal, we will not forget," Oliver said. "The realm did not forget either, when Dominus Patrick was cast away unjustly, and Arthur Pendragon was moved unjustly towards his own death. Too many good men we have lost, without reason. We have forgotten what peace looks like. Our purpose, do not doubt that we will achieve it. For we have lost everything else. We have no resting ground. We are a flood, and we will crash, and leave nothing left. The crown atop my head will fall away in the chaos. We have no permanacy, just a single charge, to bring crashing down the throne of the High King."
"...Then why fight at all, when you will leave nothing but destruction in your wake?" King Emerson asked. "Why make your way to my door, when you declare the deed will be done already?"
