“You do not seem to understand to whom you speak. I am my father’s sword. I am the one who crushed the backs of your elders beneath my war horses. I am the one who took your maidens and lit your homes aflame.
Look at your people. They should be throwing stones and curses at me, they should be crying out for my blood, as I have torn right through the heart of their village and left nothing standing.
Yet they are silent. Their eyes are upon you. They feel relief, not torment. It is not my blood they wish, I am the one who granted these people their freedom.”