“A message was dispatched. You’ve broken the rule of silence.
Only in code, Commander. To inform our Praetor of this glorious mission.
Your carelessness might have *ended* this ‘glorious mission’. You’re reduced two steps in rank, return to post.
Take care, Commander. He has friends, and friends of his kind mean power. And power is danger.
*dismissively* Danger and I are old companions.
We’ve seen a hundred campaigns together, and still I do not understand you.
I think you do. No need to tell you what happens when we reach home with proof of the Earthmen’s weakness. And we will have proof. The Earth commander will follow, he must. And when he attacks, we will destroy him. Our gift to the homeland: another war.
If we are the stronger, is this not the signal for war?
Must it ALWAYS be so? How many comrades have we lost in this way?”
“How did you know?
How did you know, Mr. Poole?
It’s true, of course.
I was thinking of filling my briefcase with the bank’s money.
It’s a little dream of mine.
Have you ever had a dream, Mr. Poole? I have.
I don’t always plan on Bermuda though.
Sometimes, it’s Siam, Fiji…
Beautiful, exotic places where there are no books to keep.
Where I’m not a little man with no future and no past.
Yes, Mr. Poole, yes.
But I’ll never go through with it.
You know why? I’ve lived with it too long.
I’m old and set in my ways.
And besides, Mr. Poole, I guess I’m a coward.
“Don’t laugh at me!”
“I’m not laughing, Mr. Fortune. You’re not funny anymore.”