"You can't do that!"
"I can do whatever I damn well please."
"You'll kill thousands! Millions!"
"Who's going to stop me?"
"I-"
"The Reavers are starving, Arboria. I can't keep them contained any longer."
"But-"
"It is out of my control. What must be done, must be done."
"Can't we find some sort of common ground?"
"There are no alternatives."
"Your ignorance astounds me."
"You have one week to prepare yourselves. After the week has expired, I officially declare war between our two nations."