As a clever man once told me, "We make peace with our enemies, not our friends."
Let us sail on the tide of freedom instead of being drowned by it.
Slander a man in his own home, you might find yourself crossing swords with him.
— My father was a cobbler. He died when I was young and I took over his shop. He was a simple man and he made simple shoes. But I found that the more work I put into my shoes, the more people wanted them. You know, fine leather, ornamentation, detailing, and time. Time, most of all. Dozens of hours spent on a single pair.
— Quality takes time.
— Yes. I imagine you've worn a year of someone's life on your back.
— If I were to let you leave right now, where would you go? What would you seek out?
— I'd go to my brother, my husband, my family.
— Did you really think we would serve you?
— You're not going to serve. You're going to die.