" The other
turned away. "Listen
to me. Sooner or later you've got to choose between good and evil,
right and wrong. There's no middle ground. And the line between them's
got nothing to do with country, or birthright, but the way a man acts
in the role, the place he's been given. I'm asking you now, not as a
Highlander to a Red-coat, a commoner to nobility, or any other
distinction you care to draw. I'm asking you as a man, to another man.
Won't you help me, in what we both know is right?"
"You're very naive."
"No. God damn it, Purceville, listen! No man has greater reason to
hate and mistrust than I have. You've taken everything: my youth, my
health, my home, and now the only ones I love in all the world. But I
refuse
to hate you. I refuse to stoop so low, to believe in so little, to
sell my honor and my hope for that bastard emotion. There is no
greater defiance than that.
"Think! Have you never loved someone you should have hated? Or held on
to something you were told you must surrender? We share the same
needs, the worst of us, as we share the same flesh.
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