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A breaker of men am I! And yet, your faith moves me to tears. Who are you and from what fecund soil do you spring, o sons of Mars? That you would stand, stolidly, in the face of certain death and say, "Aye. I know you to be my death. And yet, if you are to be my end, then prove yourself so. Make yourself worthy of taking this soldier's life. And my brothers would avenge me."
Fight me not, o faithful sons. Join me and we shall be mighty together indeed! And I will give unto you kingdoms and palaces and crowns as you ask. And even the doors to my own chambers shall be open to you, dawn to dusk. Sheath thine swords upon this fateful battlefield, for it deserves not your blood.
"You speak kind words, o King. And generous is your offer. And we are but men, unworthy of this burden of crowns and wealth you place upon our shoulders. For you see, we already carry a mighty weight upon our shoulders. Our people have placed their trust upon us, to stand here on this ground and stave you off. Our nation places the burden of her borders upon us and we are hard pressed to carry it, as it stands. And therefore, although kind your offer, we must refuse. And I do hope our deaths are worthy of this immeasurable worth that you have placed upon us, with your words."
"If that is your last word, then it is with great regret that I order your death."
"Very well, kind King. It is with great pleasure that we await it."

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