文字记录 (en)

I did not think they would be so eager to die. They made their choice. You should have indulged them. I need them alive. I came here to raise swords, not corpses. But now you see what my house has known for generations. They are pig-headed, intransigent. They would rather burn than succumb. Exactly the kind of men I need. It may yet be possible, I think, for both of us to achieve our ends. We have fought them for an agent more. Then perhaps you could try less fighting and more. This way, dear. They are unyielding in battle. But every man has a weakness. You take my meaning then. There are things that Crown itself must not be seen to do. Show them your worst. I am your servant, your grace.