The orders were not my own.

[ They were Ridire's, and Lancelot will not disobey. ]

I am doing what I can to -- lessen this. Yet Morla is more viscous than us. You saw how she burned through the forests to get to Cothromac. I have -- a few ideas, if you are willing. I will not ask you to hurt anyone, but if we can -- keep some of the troops from battle then we keep them from losing their lives.

[ He hesitates, uncertain still. ]

You are not obligated to agree, please do not feel so. Your heart is your own.