Our enemy has gradually brought the war to our own doorstep. Though we have fought him off a little, and our captains left but a few days ago to return to battle to his front door.
[He sighs and rubs his forehead, suddenly looking older than his years.]
So it is both, to answer your question, for we have traded land and lives back and forth for generations, accomplishing nothing save our own survival. Which is no small prize, it is true--but I would be grateful to see an end to it at last. I have no love for war.
Horatio is an island unto himself, though not really by choice.
Our enemy has gradually brought the war to our own doorstep. Though we have fought him off a little, and our captains left but a few days ago to return to battle to his front door.
[He sighs and rubs his forehead, suddenly looking older than his years.]
So it is both, to answer your question, for we have traded land and lives back and forth for generations, accomplishing nothing save our own survival. Which is no small prize, it is true--but I would be grateful to see an end to it at last. I have no love for war.