[If there's anyone who knows what it means to lose something, it was definitely him. The loss of his land, of his people, and nearly himself had driven him to desperation.

What India was saying couldn't be true.]

You're fucking wrong India. Just fucking wrong.

Take my advice for it, ok? The world's messed up as hell, and if you're not strong, if you don't have an army, if you have nothing but a fucking name that means nothing to anyone...

...then you lose.

[He hates talking about things like this. The switch from a war torn world into a peaceful one where people push papers and smile fake smiles and flatter each other is one he hates.

At least in a war, everyone was honest that they were trying to kill each other.

His good mood gone for now, he turns away and stalks off.]