Sometimes, in order to make a big problem something you can handle, you have to make it small. So we start with bettering ourselves. And you can do that in all sorts of ways. Self-discipline. Generosity. Valor. And not smelling really bad.
Well, I didn't. I prefer the classics. So much has changed since you went under. But it's what's stayed the same that concerns me. Old habit, I guess. But I am optimistic that we will be able to work out the kinks. I noticed on your file that you had a family, but you only bought a ticket for one.
I'm improving a piece of outdated technology. Civilization. It hasn't worked out so far. But, if at first you don't succeed...[Adjusts the resonance of the device. Winthrop's head explodes.] Try, try again.
Sorry to interrupt. Paladin Harkness, representative of the Commonwealth. I understand we're discussing a civil war? I must not have gotten my invitation.
Prima noctis? Okay, first of all, shame on you! That is awful! And secondly, prima noctis isn't even a Roman tradition! It's from the Middle Ages! They were just nasty people borrowing a Latin phrase. And as much as I want to respect your traditions, there is a line to all that, which I think we have found. And you should know you that I'm not even a virgin! And that's not including all the cousin stuff I did, which is at least a page or two on my resume! So it looks like we're out of options.
[while cutting a piece of infected flesh from his own leg] A boat's not a boat, know what I mean? Course you do. Take out one plank, boat's the same as it ever was. Just got a hole in it, that's all. Take out a lot of planks, then all of a sudden, you gotta ask yourself, "What the fuck am I looking at? This ain't no boat! It's just a pile of wood! Just a fucking pile of wood!" I don't know why I'm telling you all this for. I know you already know this. It's just been a while since I've had someone worth talking to, that's all.
It's their solution to the problem. You back a body into a corner, they're liable to try anything. You back billions of bodies into a corner at the same time? Tsk. Everyone trying to solve the same problem at the same time with a multitude of solutions? Messy-messy, eh?
Your Elder Cleric is about to make a mistake. The Brotherhood that you believe in, that I believe in, we are the last bastion of order in this country. We are a bulwark against chaos. If you ask me, fomenting a rebellion sounds a lot of like chaos. You know, back east, it's guys like us who call the shots. People who put their asses on the line. That is foundational to the Brotherhood ethos. Your Clerics, what do they do? Stand around? Give speeches? We are the ones who bleed.
Unless your guy Quintus gives me that relic, you and me are going to be on the front line, shooting at each other soon. And I know you're very good, but trust me, you don't want that heat. And I don't know, I'm just thinking, if I go home with the relic, there's no bloodshed, you know? I'll be honest with you, man. We are really up against it back home. Without that relic you found, we risk losing the Commonwealth. And if the Commonwealth falls, civilization won't last much longer.