“Would it not be everything you want?” Dascalu shrugged. “You could observe. You could learn. No? Well, then, what about you, Father?” He turned his gaze to Verninac. “Is that not the duty of the priest? To care for his flock?” He turned to look at Claes. “And the duty of the soldier? To sacrifice himself for the innocent? I won’t bother asking you, Mr Carter—I know you are a selfish man. But perhaps you, Jean-Paul? To step forward and take the place of a beautiful young woman? They would write songs about you…”
Bruh, everybody's taking the absolute piss out of Carter, but like... The dude can throw down. He's aight in my book.
