It was twenty years ago. You hadn't promoted yourself general yet. You were just a petty drug lord. Huh. You and your gang of murderers gathered your small ounce of courage to raid across the border for food, weapons, and slave labor. [indicates her binds] My father was the village magistrate. A simple man with a simple code: justice. He gathered a few people that he could stand against you. [chuckles] You and your bullies were driven back by farmers with pitchforks. My father saved his village at the cost of his own life. You had him shot as you ran away! A hero...at a thousand paces.

Bison

I'm sorry, I don't remember any of it.

You don't remember?

Bison

For you, the day Bison graced your village, was the most important day of your life. But for me, it was Tuesday.