"As have I," he replies, lapsing into a melancholic silence for a moment.
"I grow weary of it. And wearier of fighting wars for people whose intentions I cannot discern. Why do the damned Dalgig need us if their soldiers are so much more powerful? It makes no sense, and frankly I'd rather take my chance than trust that lot."
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"I grow weary of it. And wearier of fighting wars for people whose intentions I cannot discern. Why do the damned Dalgig need us if their soldiers are so much more powerful? It makes no sense, and frankly I'd rather take my chance than trust that lot."