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? Gold? A broken throne? I will bury you so completely, the earth will turn over a thousand times before your body is dug up. How does it feel to not have a country? To not have borders to define yourself against the world? You can't run! You can't hide! You made this decision long ago! You can't back out of this deal!