[ WP ] `` I have seen the future , and you have no place in it . ''

`` Is that a threat?'' 
 
 He shakes his head. `` No. It is a promise. Nor do I have a place in it. We are what we are, warriors, killers, murderers. We are the dregs of humanity. We can wrap ourselves up in gaily colored uniforms and bright shining medals. Politicians can preach how brave and noble we are, but that does not change the truth. We are dogs, breed for fighting and too savage for polite society. You know what they do to dogs who become too aggressive? They put them down. That is your fate. That is my fate. That is the fate of any of the men you call brother, the men who've shed blood with you. Oh, they'll label you heroes, erect statues in your honor those politicians will. But they will cast you aside as soon as the last cannon fires. Then they will want to be rid of you. We are all too dangerous to live. In fighting their wars, we became monsters. Monsters and vicious beasts who only obey because they are facing an enemy. When there is no more prey to slake its thirst, the creature will turn on its handler. *That* is what they are afraid of, and are taking the steps to ensure it will never happen. We are as expendable as the bullets in our weapons to them. Bullets, muskets, horses, men. It's all just numbers and expenditures to them. We're dead men walking.'' 
 
 `` And your point?'' 
 
 `` My point is this, will you follow your orders, do your duty and then by destroyed at the end of this conflict? Or will you fight on, for the rights you and your men who have fought and bleed and died deserve? What shall it be?''
