 Why shed all this blood? There is a way. I thought so. What do you want? Equal rights. Yes, yes. What else? That is all. Except, naturally, an alliance between the ruling clan of the Hutters and the ruling clan of New Tahiti. In short, a marriage. Never. We'll fight, even though we're wiped out. We can't. We wouldn't have a chance. Except, Father. Except before it's too late. How can I accept?