"In the queen's court?", Elizabeth snapped at him, "Because your detonation of a nuclear bomb in Tombstone has kicked it there? Oh please, doctor, spare me from this mask of self-righteousness. What do you say, a random innocent Zoner under unjust scrutiny by an evil empire, is that what you are? A random innocent Zoner who detonated a bleeding nuclear bomb just to murder an old teacher? What, was the teacher going to bomb you first!? Hahahahaha! Sir! You are here because fixing this planet requires both: a Zoner, and a Bretonian! And we know we are both equally grey. But Good Sir, if only I am ready for a compromise, then there can be no deal, and the nearly two million soldiers we have on this planet will kick the ball wherever they like, no matter if you or I want it, or not. I've spent a decade living on this planet. Do you think I want to terrorize my friends? My duty goes before what I want, and my duty is to establish peace here, one way or the other. Endorsement, Sir, that is what will set you free. Endorsement and compromise, or prison and violence. I say, Sir, it is now in your court."