You think they're all like you. [Quiet. Ever so quiet.] And here I thought I was the optimist.

They won't fight. Oh, we'll be a story apprentices whisper. But they won't fight. They want to live, even caged lives. They haven't fought like we have. They have no stomach for bloodshed. What teacher would watch their students die if they didn't have to?

Anyone could. Only a handful will. And the Templars will come back to the Circles with blood on their armour, and your revolution dies with those brave and bright enough to fight.