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You know, I don't think I've ever heard that said before.

What's wrong?

Really? Huh.

I'm just fed up with all these warlord who smile, nod, and tell me they'll stop killing people, and the minute my back is turned, or I have to jet back off to the Gaza strip and try to fix that mess, they start slaughtering their own people again.

... I'm slightly cranky today, sorry.

I think you're about as entitled to be cranky as anyone in the world.

This sounds terribly naive, but is there anything I can do to help? You, not the warlords

Maybe. I'm going to feel real guilty in a few minutes about yelling at my staff.

Don't suppose you have a huge supply of duct tape? I could just shackle them all together and make everyone behave.

Nothing says 'Sorry I yelled' like donuts.

Hmm...not on me, but I'll work on it for Christmas. You know what they say about duct tape, it's like The Force. It had a dark side, and a light side and it holds the universe together.

There is that. Thanks.

Two weeks ago, I just would have stared blankly. But I've seen Star Wars now, so I can be properly amused.

The ways of the warlords are their own - to stand against them is to play hummingbird to a hurricane.

I salute your bravery, my lady.

It is one of the purposes I was born for.

Thank you, my lord dragon.

To meet one who has embraced their Destiny with such vigour is most...refreshing.

I am Y Draig, the Last Dragon of Camelot - it is a pleasure to find a kindred spirit in duty.

To do less is not an option, sir.

Eirene, Goddess of Peace, at your service Lord Y Draig. It is an honor.

The honour is all mine, Lady Eirene. Too rarely have I see the face of a fellow immortal and yours is most welcome here.

It is beneficial to watch over and monitor the activities of the people I protect, my lord. I find this place more than adequate to that task.

Alas, I must wait for my charges to visit me in order to protect them.

The very young are often foolish and arrive only at the eleventh hour.

Are you bound to your home?

Ah, true. But that leaves a whole hour to try and work a miracle.

I am prisoner of King Uther of Camelot. My days are sunless and my grief strong, but Destiny has her whims.

You are indeed wise. I should be grateful they arrive at all, these stubborn young.

My sympathies, my lord. I know what it's like to be held captive.

Not necessarily wise so much as full of hope. Naive as that sounds. And, yes, that any show up at all is a good sign.

That someone would hold captive such a woman is certainly a disgrace.

I have grown somewhat cynical of late - forgive me.

I'll be sure to tell Ares that next time we cross paths, but I doubt he'll take it to heart.

There is nothing to forgive, sir. Everyone should form their own opinions.