ACE:
Oi, shouldn't we be getting back?
BRIGADIER:
Yes, Ace is right.
I suspect there's some clearing up to be done.
Time's Champion :
Yes, just a small nuclear missile bogged down in a nature reserve.
MORGAINE:
Too late, Merlyn.
Time's Champion :
Is it? Not while there's an abort button.
(Morgaine and
Time's Champion struggle.)
Time's Champion :
If this missile explodes, millions will die,
you will die.
MORGAINE:
I shall die with honour.
(45, 44)
Time's Champion :
All over the world, fools are poised ready to let death fly.
A spark could turn into an inferno.
MORGAINE:
What do I care? This is war.
Time's Champion :
Is it?
Death falling from the sky,
Blind, random, anywhere, anytime.
No one is safe,
No one is innocent.
Machines of Death, Morgaine,
Are screaming from above,
Of light, brighter than the sun.
Not a war between armies
Nor a war between nations,
But just Death - Death Gone Mad.
A child looks up into the sky,
His eyes turn to cinders.
No more tears,
Only ashes.
Is this honour?
Is this war?
Are these the weapons you would use?
Tell me!
SAVE THE EWOK !!
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