Book 2/Page 130/Transcript
We're badly outmatched. The city is certain to fall."
Parson: "Okay, well... that's too bad, I guess."
Parson: 'Mean, there's nothing we can do about it, right?
Take the loss.
Parson: If I'm dead next turn, tell my replacement to put a priority on that.
Maggie: Of course, Lord.
Caesar: You see what's goin' on here.
That is a losing fight.
Caesar: And it shouldn't be our fight, necessarily. You know what I'm sayin'?
Dewy Tulips: Thown[sic] away.
Blonde Punster: Yeah, from our throne to their thrones.
I'll stand with you.
Benjamin: He'd disband you, though.
He'd love an excuse, I bet.
Dewy Tulips: I'm with ya, Caesar. He can disband us both.
Leather Valese: Yeah.
Not even watching: Me too, Chief.
Fat Bald Warlord: Mm-hm.