*a low snarl*
He is dead. I watched him die. I had him there on the floor of the church, I watched him as he bled out... I cut his throat apart myself. I kissed him, I said a prayer, he was dead. He died in front of me and in the eyes of God.
What did I do wrong? Nothing. It is impossible -- I know how to kill a man... Even an Undying One. He is
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...and you kissed him? What the hell... just what the hell.
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It is how we show respect for the dead.
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And this isn't a battlefield. Does it look remotely like a battlefield to you?
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This is not a place where we should be fighting others.
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In case it has not gotten through that thick skull of yours... The Undying Man and myself had some unfinished business.
And it remains unfinished. It looks like I will have to do a better job this time...
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A child such as yourself could never understand a soldier's honour.
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I just don't let it get in the way of my common sense.
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...You really do not know the man you are trying to defend, do you?
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I welcome him to try.
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All you two are going to do is try to kill each other. Repeatedly. Your conflict is pointless.
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