“Bandits, pirates, it makes no difference. A thief is still a thief. You wrap yourselves in the image of ‘dreamers,’ call violence ‘freedom,’ and paint your crimes with a ‘romantic’ gloss. But what lies beneath that pirate flag snapping in the wind? Cannonballs that slaughter villages, iron hooves trampling homes, and the endless tears of orphans and widows.”
“Don’t talk to me about dreams, freedom, or comrades. Those words are too pure to come from the mouths of bloodstained people like you. It’s blasphemy. Your ‘freedom’ sails over the bones of countless weak and helpless people; your ‘adventures’ are built on the ruins of countless families; and your touching ‘bonds of camaraderie’ are just a backdrop purchased with the deaths and separations of innocent people.”
