You want blood? Come here and take it. It’s fresh, still warm from the life that left it - the blood of my brother. Take his blood and call it enough. If you need more, take mine. Do it. I surrender; shoot me and call it enough. Or can one of you come down here and show me your face? Show me that you’re more than tank, metal and shell - that you’re human like we are - that you breathe, that you bleed, that you feel and feel pity - that you live for more than our deaths. Come, any of you who have lost a brother. Come and tell me it’s enough.