"Oh! Griffith! I've waited so long! Come here. Let's have a loot at you, come closer! Oh ho ho ho! Those eyes. Your gaze is the same as it was that night. What's wrong? Why are you so quiet? We may be on opposite sides of the war, but not a day has gone by that I haven't thought of you, that I haven't looked for your shadow. Do you understand what I am trying to say? [Griffith moves back on his horse] Griffith? Huh? Uh, but that look, why? Don't tell me that you resent me, now, do you? [Griffith: I do not bare you any ill will, your grace. The fact is quite the opposite. For you see; By using you, I was able provide for hundreds of my subordinates, and they did not have to risk their lives on the battlefield. So you could argue that we all owe you our lives.] Griffith, but you're... [Griffith: For those soldiers who share my dream, there is only one thing I can do for them: And that is to keep on winning. Yes, that's why I will do whatever is needed. You were merely a stone lying by the side of the path I chose to travel. Nothing more, and nothing less.] Grr... YOU BASTARD!"