[ There is anger in Dimitri; something he tries to keep in check and he usually succeeds these days. He is very aware of where letting his hurt and anger and despair win out over him will take him. But right now that anger is motivating; it burns in him, mingled with the physical and mental exhaustion of the last few days. Gen - Gen taunts him, tells him that he plans to take, makes a mockery of his intentions.

When he speaks, his voice is low, almost a growl. ]

That is where you're wrong, Gen. I never said I would never fight my enemies. I said I would prefer not to resolve affairs with violence.

[ He takes a step forward, a thought crystallizing in his head. ]

And since you have no desire to resolve this through dialogue, then I clearly have no choice.

[ He levels the tip of his lance at him, his good eye flashing dangerously in the low light. ]

I will offer you to this oracle. It seems appropriate considering your own intent.