Francis Whitehall going to great lengths to influence his troubled best friend, Pero de Alava, before he rides off on a suicidal quest.
“Then you believe in a world where evil dictates the good we do? Good itself is no longer a catalyst for life and love on its own merits but solely reactionary to threats and fears?”
“Well, we cannot pray the bastards away. They continue to multiply and exploit our solemn oaths. They use our faith and fear of this imaginary God against us?” Pero flicked his finger at the sky in a disrespetful manner.