PONTAGAR: I’m the champion of the Fire Tribe – I’m no one man’s hired sword, peasant or king – and I’m never the champion of a traitor. And more – I am a champion of Erogenia. In the time I’ve spent fighting our real enemies with other champions of Erogenia I’ve learned what that can mean. Of all people, Princess Zona made me feel a pride I’ve not had … ever. I’ve learned the real value of honor and loyalty, Father. I wish you’d been the one to teach me that. I’m sorry that you ever taught me otherwise. Now – defend yourself. ARROGOND: Pontagar, you’re just upset. Heh – Zona? The Moon Tribe is going to drag us down to ruin if we let them! But – this is all a lot to take in at once I understand. Put the weapon down. I will forgive you – PONTAGAR: Forgive – ME? YOU will forgive ME? Gods above and below! I spilled my blood to defend all of humankind. Oh – you think that’s funny?! I tell you I fought with the best – the BEST – women and men, Erogenians, half-urtt and yes, a fine Kivalian as well. We lost so many, Father, scores of my brothers and sisters dead, butchered and defiled by Urtts! For this? For your dreams of an Erogenia of slavery, filth and craven worship of evil!! ARROGOND: I have been there, too, Pontagar! Don’t you dare lecture me about war! This is bigger than that! You don’t understand! We could lose everything! PONTAGAR: I’m not the one who doesn’t understand, Father! You don’t understand what we’re really defending, what we could really lose. It’s not just bare existence. It’s Erogenia. The Erogenia we’ve fought three thousand years to make. I didn’t get it before, but I do now. And I would rather die than live in the world you want us to go back to. ARROGOND: So be it, then. I brought you into this world, by God if I have to I will take you out of it!