I am not a conqueror. I am nothing like you.
I always come here when I can't sleep [. . .] every night.
I don't want a new purpose. I want what's mine. I want my birthright.
It's like killing each other is the only thing we know how to do.
You have two things of value: your monastery and your people. Translate the book for me, and I'll let you keep one. Which will it be?
