<< You're a slave to history. Even after Calamity, you fight against the only order that can guarantee the safety of your people. You, solely, are responsible for this. What do you have to show for yourself, Merc? Blood and gold? A broken throne? I will bury you so completely, the Earth will turn over a thousand times before your body is dug up. You can't run, you can't hide! You made this decision long ago! You can't back out of this deal! I am Cascadian, you think I took joy in fighting in my homeland? Killing my own countrymen?! If you never showed up, I never would've lost all that I have. Me and you now. No distractions, no wingmen, no war. Just me and you, whoever wins is the best pilot. Every safety is coming off. No second chances. Monarch, you use the name of a king, but what do you rule over? The dead?! The Federation fought for peace in this war and you denied them that! The people of Cascadia! Do you know what you have taken from them? Their homes! And for what? To secede from the world? What, you think you can fight this war again in fifty years time? Do you really think history will see it your way? You don't even care why you're here! How does it feel to not have a country? To not have borders to define yourself against the world? The Calamity erased mankind once! Our chance to start again! And this is how you've dealt with it?! You drove me to this: this death and destruction over the Federation. Millions of lives lost... So many ghosts. Kill me, or be killed! This, is MY home! Here we are, fighting for Cascadia's soul. That's the deal you made, right? What happens when you shoot me down? Can you even think? What will you return to? Where will you go?! We all know how this ends! Kill me! Kill me and see what happens to this world! Either way, your life ends today! And my squadron! Do you think they deserved it? The Federation might try to forget about you, but I won't! This is for the good of the world! Die, mercenary! >>