You want blood? Come here and take it! It’s fresh! Still warm from the life that just left it. The blood of my brother. So take it! Take his blood and call it enough! If you need more, take mine! Do it! I surrender! Shoot me and call that enough!
Or can one of you come down here and show me your face. Show me that you’re more than tank, metal and shell. That you’re human like we are, that you breath, that you bleed, that you feel and feel pity. That you live for more than our deaths.
Come! Any of you who have lost a brother, come and tell me it’s enough!