i only ever been down here once , when i ran thru it the other way with viola in my arms , carrying her down the zigzag road when she was dying , carrying her into what i thought was safety , but all i found was the man riding by my side , the man who killed a thousand spackle to start this war , the man who tortured viola for informayshun he already knew , the man who murdered his own son- `` and what other kind of man would you want leading you into battle ? ''