All language subtitles for Andromeda S03E20 - Twilight of the Idols

There has to be somebody here.

Our intelligence was clear.

Were the Quachic
Pride overwhelmed

by the Genites, this is where they would
have come.

Genite against Nietzschean.

But there's no sign
of them at all.

Croatoan.

What?

A colony
that completely disappeared,

leaving only a sign
that read "Croatoan."

No one ever figured out
what happened to them.

At least they left a sign.

That's a sign too.

Ambush.

I hate ambushes.

Assault through?

No, we'll be trapped in the caves.

Who'd have thought the Genites
and common sense would

attack simultaneously.

Fall back.
I'll cover you.

Now we assault through.

All right, pursue, no prisoners.

Quachic Pride?

I don't think so.

Take armor, equipment,
anything you can get.

They're on the run.
Let's go!

Let's get in there.

So if they aren't Quachic Pride,

that's one mystery
left unsolved.

Tyr,

kindly remove your head
from the gift horse's mouth.

Gentlemen.

Thanks for the assist.

We saw the same intelligence
you did.

Knew where you were.

Really?

When we realized
the Genites were on the move,

we came here in force.

On whose authority?

Mine.

I'm Captain Dylan Hunt.

Of course you are,
Captain Dylan Hunt,

And I'm your new best friend.

The universe
is a dangerous place,

but in our future,

my crew and I fight
to make it safe.

I am Dylan Hunt,

captain of the
Andromeda Ascendant,

and these are our adventures.

Med deck?

That's correct.

Chang, make sure that Abrams
and Garcia stay in medical

until they've been
thoroughly checked out.

Yes, sir.

And I do not want to see you
again until that knee's been looked at

- Is that understood?
- Yes, sir.

All right, go now.

Thank you for your hospitality, captain.

It's my pleasure.

Our ships took quite a beating
at the hands of the Genites.

Mm.

You look like a man
with a question.

You'll have to forgive me.

I'm still trying to
assimilate all of this.

You're telling me your name
is Constantine Stark.

My troops refer to me
as the Patriarch.

Oh, yes, your troops,
the Templars.

A guerrilla army founded after the fall
of the Commonwealth.

Founded by an ancestor of mine,
Admiral Constanza Stark.

You knew her, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

For 300 years, captain,
we've wandered the known worlds,

battling Nietzscheans, Genites,
and anybody else with a problem

that gets in our crosshairs.

In short, captain,

fighting the battles
that others can't.

That's funny.

That's usually my line.

Yes.

Great minds, Captain Hunt.
Great minds.

Great minds, right.
The question is,

how much do they
really think alike?

Because I know where I've been

the last three years.

I've been out there, fighting
the battles others can't.

Where have you been?
Watching from the sidelines?

Now that the hard work is done,
you decide to announce yourselves?

We did a lot more
than just watch.

Really?

We learned from hard experience

that our powers are best used
behind the scenes.

While you were jaunting
from system to system,

sighing up worlds
and righting wrongs,

we were there too,

making sure in our own way
that things proceeded

just the way
you expected them to.

You still haven't answered
my question.

The Genites are doing
some disturbing research,

working on ways
to rid the human race

of what they refer to

as abominations
of genetic engineering.

Define "research."

Can we go somewhere private?

Certainly.

Captain, we have received a message

from the Commonwealth
ministry of war.

Play it.

Dylan, we've been reviewing
this intel report you sent us,

and our people in analysis

say it looks legit,
so I don't need to tell you

how bad that could be
for our side.

As for the Patriarch,

this guy has connections on high
to at least 20 signatory worlds.

On the record, none of them
will admit he even exists,

but off the record,

Let's just say that any action
you may wish to take

against the Genites
with the Templars

will have the full
blessing and support

of the restored
Systems Commonwealth.

Rollins. Out.

Well, how about that? We have
their full blessing and support.

From the Commonwealth,
no less. Worried yet?

I'm working on it.

The repairs should be completed
in less than 16 hours.

Captain,

I'm looking forward
to working with you.

I saw the communication
from Rollins.

Of course you did.

Time is short.
I thought we should be ready.

I'm still determining whether your
intelligence is strong enough

to warrant preemptive action.

If it is,

then I will decide
what our next move is.

Understood.

Chang, would you download
that for me, please?

Right away, sir.

Captain,
you asked me a question earlier.

Why you?
Why here and now?

The truth

over the years,

the Genites have become familiar with me,
my tactics, my equipment, and my troops.

Now, with a threat this grave,
I need an edge,

and you, sir, you are my edge.

You are fresh blood,
you are a fresh mind.

Now, we will attack.

The only question

is whether we do it now,
or we do it too late.

The choice is yours.

The choice is yours.

So is it the man's presumption
that bothers you,

or the fact that
he sounds like you?

I'll let you in
on a little secret.

Those aphorisms I like to use,
"the choice is yours," for example,

I learned them all
from Admiral Stark.

Even the one about the Perseid,
the Umbrite, and the one-legged Vedran?

I got that one from Harper.

So you're skeptical
of his story.

His story, his intel,

I mean, the man just handed us
a field guide to the Genites.

Leadership, organization, locations,
it's all too convenient.

I just don't trust things
that are too convenient.

That one is mine.

Whether he's telling
the truth or not,

he's right about one thing.

What's that?

We can't afford to do nothing
about the Genites.

Even then,
the real question remains.

The trust question?

Trust. Admiral Stark
always said,

"if your mother says
she loves you, verify it."

Maybe we should take her advice.

Our objective is an alleged
Genite research facility

on an asteroid in the Fenris system.

The asteroid is heavily defended
by Genite shock troops.

They'd see a massive
assault force and bug out,

so Rommie and I will execute
a covert insertion.

We'll penetrate to their lab,

where we can confirm
the Templar intel

and act accordingly.

And you expect us
to stand on the sidelines

with our force lances
in our hands?

No, I expect you to
provide an extraction team

to get us off that rock
if things go south.

It's fitting,
since you got us into this.

Ah.

Well, captain,

I see your extraction team,
and I raise you one diversion.

I hit them with a feint here,

I should be able to draw off
their main security element,

allowing you
to get to the target

and gather evidence
proving what they've been up to.

That's very good.

If we time it right, the target will be
almost totally unprotected.

We'll need an insertion ship,
a good pilot,

somebody who can
stay out of sight

and work
with a very tight schedule.

I've got both.

Outstanding.

Thanks for
the vote of confidence,

but there is just one thing.

This target
we keep talking about,

how about you tell me
what it is.

Clear the deck.

What I'm about to tell you
can never leave this deck.

If it was to get out,

it could cause a generalized panic.

The asteroid?

It's a highly advanced
bio-weapons research facility.

Now, our intelligence indicates

that the Genites
are working on a virus,

a very lethal virus,

which has been developed

to target genetically engineered
human beings.

That's insane.
Nearly the entire human race

has been genetically engineered
in some way.

Just over 92%, to be exact.

It's highly contagious, airborne,

and, if contracted, 100% lethal.

Now, if it was to get out,
it could accomplish in weeks

what the Magog's been trying
to do for three centuries.

Destroy the human race.

Exactly.

This mission is a bad idea.

- You read the report, Tyr.
- I did.

And no one hates the Genites
more than I, or with better reason,

but these templars,
this, this Patriarch.

I'm not at all sure they're
not cut from the same cloth.

As I said, the Templar intel
indicates

a far more important
Genite target on Heimdall.

A major installation,
perhaps the major installation.

We should strike them there.

I'm afraid Heimdall
will have to wait.

This mission is our
first priority.

Tyr Anasazi, Kodiak Pride.

Out of Victoria by Barbarossa.

Orphaned by
the Drago-Kazov attack

of 10065,

sold into slavery,

escaped, 10077,

apprentice
to the famous assassin

Tuco Sentenza,

briefly married to Freya Rajput
of the Orca Pride,

and father to young Tamerlaine,

whose whereabouts at the moment,
nobody's quite sure of.

Did I miss anything?

I don't know. Did you?

I hear you're
a competent soldier.

Will he be coming with us?

No.

Taking Tyr on a raid

against a Genite
bio-weapons facility

creates an unnecessary risk.

God knows what the Genites

have keyed to the
Nietzschean DNA

I'd prefer to keep Tyr
in one piece.

Pity. Another time, then.

I'll try to contain
my disappointment.

It never changes.

And what's that?

No matter how many times
I prepare for battle,

the emotions are
always the same.

You know, that tightness
in the chest,

A mixture of
anticipation and fear,

And the questions,

will my courage stand?
will my troops be true?

Will you and I
even be alive tomorrow?

Look at me.

I'm talking to you
like you're a cadet,

about things
you already know about.

You know a lot about Tyr.

Sun Tzu,

"Know thine enemy as completely
as you know yourself,

and you will always
be victorious."

Tyr's not the enemy.

He's a Nietzschean.

What's your point?

Captain Hunt,

this little dance you're doing
with Tyr Anasazi

can only end on a bad note.

Well, what do you think?
They see us yet,

Or am I even better
than I thought?

You're better than you thought.

When their patrol passes,

do a quick burn on the engines.

Keep us in their wash.

We should be able
to follow them in.

You'll have your window
in five, four,

three, two, one.

Not bad for a cargo runner, eh?

Not bad at all.
If I didn't know better,

I'd swear we were back
on the Crimson Eclipse,

running insertion teams

in from the quarantine zone.

I see you keep files
on everybody.

The Templar fighters
have transited to the diversion point.

We're at the drop point.

Looks like your stop.

I'd wish you luck, but,

Yes, I know,
you don't believe in it.

Neither do I.

I'm in.

Ooh, that's my girl.

I prefer "warship."

I prefer "girl."

Okay. "Warship."

Hold up. Beta team, that way.

Excellent.

Now, take a fire team,
move on the computer core.

Go.

According to the intel, this is it.

All right,

let's hack into their computers,
and then we,

Rommie...

Why don't you wait for my order

before you start doing
what I tell you to do?

Okay.

Don't be smart.

Okay.

Dylan, we've got company.

It's never easy.

They have all the exits covered,

which means
we can't get past them

if we take the time
to take that box.

I didn't come all this way
to leave empty-handed.

Patriarch.

We're pinned down.
requesting immediate evac.

Hunt. Out.

You heard the man.

Sir?

A High Guard officer
just asked for assistance.

Let's move out.

Go!

Well, that could have
gone better.

Well, look on the bright side.

At least they won't risk

using heavy weapons
in their own lab.

What was that?

A really heavy weapon.

Go, go! We're through!

We're clear.
Move forward.

All right, disperse.

- Checkpoints.
- We're clear.

All right, all clear.

Thanks again.

Simple, but effective.

We need to go.

Beka's window is tight,
and if we miss it, it'll be hours

before we get out of here.

The Patriarch is down.

How bad?

Bad enough.

His armor absorbed most of it,

but we can't move him.
Not unless you want him to die.

Get ready.

Hostile territory
just became home sweet home.

Rommie, give me an update.

I think we're winning,
but it's getting ugly.

All right. Keep the pressure up.
Hunt out.

We're clearing out
what's left of the Genites,

but it's been one
hell of a fight.

Well, it won't last long.

Genites have a tendency
to abandon the nest

when they've been overwhelmed.

Well, really, you should take it easy.
You're not ready to move yet.

AFC 263,

I stepped on a Dragon
anti-personnel mine.

Blew my left leg completely off.

It took a swarm of medical nanos
six months to grow me a new one.

AFC 263.

Yeah.

Forty two years ago. Ha!
Forty two very long years.

Yeah, it's hard to believe

you've been at this
for that long.

Yeah, the worst of the damage
isn't always physical.

Tyr?

I assume you have a question.

Just one little one. what the
hell are we doing in the Heimdell system?

I thought Dylan told us
to sit tight.

Professor,

listen more and think less.

Sensor drones
verify the presence

of a large Genite installation
on the fourth planet.

Defenses include
four orbital missile batteries,

and a Seraphim carrier
in low orbit.

Our fighters have engaged
the missile batteries.

Genite Seraphim
are moving to intercept.

Commencing
terrestrial bombardment.

Whoa, whoa, did I miss a memo
or something?

Since when did we declare
war on the Genites?

Preliminary BDA indicates substantial
attrition of the Genite base,

including secondary explosions
from the deep bunkers. Wait.

Three more Seraphim carriers

have appeared from behind the planet's
third moon. Four LS and closing.

Oh, this is bad.
This is really bad.

So the cat's away, and the mouse goes
on a revenge trip, huh?

Harper, you may not
like Tyr's orders,

in the absence of Dylan and Beka,
he is in command

Oh, that's comforting.

The Genite ships are closing.

Fire another salvo
at the planet.

We've closed
to real-time comms range.

All right, color me confused. First we
shoot them, and now we talk to them?

Not exactly, although
they are hailing us.

Attention, hostile vessel.

Surrender now,
and prepare to be boarded.

You have 15 seconds to comply.

Ship, how many missiles
can we fire in 15 seconds?

Approximately 3,600.

Communicate our desire
to comply.

Beka should be here
in a few minutes.

There's something
you should hear first.

I've analyzed the data
from the Genite computers,

and it's true.
They were working on a virus,

but it's not exactly
as the Templars described.

The data was faked.

I don't think the Genites
did the faking.

I think the Templars want us
to think this mission was a zero.

I have a feeling it's something
worse than that.

Oh, great,
we took another one in the aft.

Bye-bye, PDL battery.
That's going to leave a mark.

Harper is correct. Our defenses are being
severely compromised.

We can't hold this position
much longer.

Do we have what we came for?

We do now.

What did we come for?
What are we doing here?

Fighters and cargo are secured
in Hangar Bay 15.

We're leaving.

The system's crawling
with Genites.

I'll make another swing later
when things die down.

But until then,
you're on your own.

Valentine out.

That's unfortunate.

I'm sure you have
something else in mind.

Yes. You can call it a plan B.

We pre-positioned a drop ship

on the far side of the asteroid.

Hacking the Genite data core?

I suppose that was
just another plan B.

Yes.

The Genite virus
is a blunt instrument of death.

What we need, captain,
is a scalpel.

So you stole the data to modify
it and make it more selective.

The Nietzscheans.

You plan on wiping out
the entire Nietzschean race.

You unleash the virus,
everyone blames the Genites,

but by then, it won't really matter who
gets the blame will it?

Because every Nietzschean
in the known worlds will still be dead.

Real power in the virus
is in not using it.

It's a deterrent.

Without ever firing a shot,

we can liberate
all the slave worlds,

dislodge the Nietzscheans

from all the planets
they occupy.

I see, it's just a deterrent.

Uh-huh.

What happens when the Nietzscheans
call your bluff?

That's what I thought.

Admiral Stark
founded the Templars

to preserve the ideals
of the High Guard.

I can't believe she added
a willingness to commit genocide.

300 years ago, no,

but after centuries
of watching Nietzscheans

rampage across the known worlds,

leaving death and devastation
in their wake,

that was enough to change
even Admiral Stark's mind.

After centuries?

You're telling me
Admiral Stark is still alive?

No, captain. I'm telling you
that I am Admiral Stark.

You're Admiral Stark.

The Admiral Stark who led the High Guard
against the Nietzscheans

over 300 years ago.

That's not possible.

It's not only possible,
It's true.

You're an android, right?

Tell me if I'm lying.

I am Admiral Constanza Stark.

Well, you're either
telling the truth,

or you're a sociopath.

Thank you, Rommie.

Over the years, I've lost lives.

Four of them, to be exact.

Every time I died,
the Templars found a way

of transferring
my intellect, my personality,

to the host brain
of another body.

So people died
to keep you alive.

Volunteers,

all of them believing
that I was the best chance

for peace and security
in the known worlds.

I didn't ask for this role,
captain.

We don't choose our duties.
Our duties choose us.

Look, whoever or whatever
you are,

my duty is to make sure

that you leave here
empty-handed,

no matter what.

Three hundred years hasn't
dulled your edge, captain,

I'll give you that.

With no troops,
fire support, or an escape route,

you're in no position
to demand anything!

I know how you think,

because I taught you.

You're expecting me
to underestimate you, huh?

Because you have a plan B,

and in this case,
"B" stands for, Beka.

Go on.

The truth is, the Eureka Maru
never went anywhere.

It's sitting exactly where we
left it, waiting to rescue you.

That's an interesting theory.

Uh-uh. This transceiver

it's connected
to a surveillance chip

planted on the Maru.

That ship contains anti-protons. One push
of the button, and I release them.

The explosion
will destroy the Eureka Maru,

and Captain Valentine with it.

Prep for departure.

If you have a weakness, captain,
it's your inability to make sacrifices.

I'm quite sure you're willing
to die on this hill,

but I don't think you're ready
to take Captain Valentine with you.

Captain. Dylan,
think about what I've said.

If you change your mind,
my door is always open.

Until next time, Captain Hunt.

With all due respect, sir,

I can't believe you
left him back there.

Really?

Would you have me kill him?
That man's worth any ten of you.

He's an asset.

I'm not in the business
of destroying assets.

Get him up.

So what's your take on the Patriarch's
surveillance chip?

It's pretty ingenious, actually.

It's tapped into the Maru's
internal sensors

and emits through the power core
to obscure its signal,

and I don't think
I can remove it.

Not here, anyway.
Not until we get back home.

Damn. That is pretty ingenious.

I don't think

we're in any immediate danger.

If the Patriarch wanted us dead,
we already would be.

The Patriarch may or may not
be Admiral Stark,

but he sure as hell
read her book.

He knows his job, so do you.

Yeah. Well, that's what
doesn't make sense.

Stark was my mentor, and sure,
she could be ruthless and cold,

but you know what?
She was a decent and good person.

Containing the Neitzscheans
is one thing, but wiping them out?

Even making the threat.
That's a bridge too far.

I'm not saying
the Patriarch is right,

but think of it this way.

Even if he has the memories
and personality of Admiral Stark,

he's not the person
you remember.

Dylan, you woke up one day
and civilization was gone.

Admiral Stark watched it fall.

She stood in the ashes
blaming herself.

Hating the Nietzscheans.
Just, hating.

Tragedy changes people,
even the good ones.

Herein lies our problem.

What's that?

By having this conversation,

we're playing into the Patriarch's hand.
We're playing his game.

As long as that's true,
we'll never win.

Then you've already decided.

The Patriarch
is not Admiral Stark.

Not now, and never will be.

Your instincts were very good.

The attack against
the Genite outpost on Heimdall

produced more intel
on their plans and operations

in a single hour than we
gathered in over a year.

So the Templars did provide us
with something useful.

That's not the way they planned it,
I'm sure, but yes.

You sound like a man
who's holding back a punch line.

The Genites are a splinter group
of the Templars.

They broke away 200 years ago

to pursue a radical agenda
of total genetic purity.

You have some bad news for me,
don't you, Tyr?

The person credited
with excising the Genites

has a name you'll recognize.

Admiral Constanza Stark.
It's all there.

See for yourself.

I wish I knew
how to advise you, captain,

but like I said,
the Templars have friends.

Invite them to the dance, and we
could wind up in a major charlie foxtrot.

You do what you have to do

and I'll cover
your butt back home.

Won't make any promises, though.

We could both be out of a job
when this is all over.

Or worse.

Rollins out.

And that's the good news.

All right, let me guess.

We're going to open a can
of cosmic whoop-ass?

No.

Oh, you're going to force

some trumped-up ultimatum
straight down his throat

and hope he doesn't
call your bluff.

No.

Um, okay,

we're going to tell him to stop,

or we'll tell him to stop again?

Okay, I give up.

Exactly.

Captain Valentine,
you have the conn.

Uh, Dylan.

So I am this close

to getting Trance
to verify medically

that you are, in fact,
Captain Dylan Hunt.

I was the last time I checked.

You're giving up.
Just like that.

It's not a surrender, Beka.

It's a strategic withdrawal.

The Patriarch and the Templars
are gone.

We have no way of finding them.
All we can do is wait.

Wait and pray that the next time
they pop up,

We'll be ready for them.

That's it. I'm getting Trance.

You couldn't be the Dylan Hunt who runs
around yelling "una salus victus."

You couldn't possibly
be the Dylan Hunt

who once called down fire
on his own position.

That Dylan Hunt wouldn't wait
for anything.

Least of all, for someone to come out
of hiding and kick him in the teeth.

If I can't find the patriarch,
I can't beat him.

It's that simple.

Look, we both know what he said.

I think part of you believes him
I think part of you is scared

that if he is who he says he is,
you can't beat him at all.

Well, get over it.

If there's one thing I've learned
in the last three years,

it's don't bet
against Dylan Hunt.

Dylan?
Say something.

Come on, give me a sign.

Croatoan.

What?

The sign.

See, one theory still holds that the
colonists never really left at all.

Right. How long do I pretend
that I know what you're talking about?

Beka, thanks.

For what?

For being one hell of an XO.

All hands, this is the Captain.
Code black. Battle stations.

So all of a sudden,
we know where they went?

Or where they didn't go.

Right. cool.
So, uh, can I say it?

- Sure.
- Let's bring it?

No, a little lower,
little more intense.

Let's bring it.

That's what I'm talking about.

We have arrived in Heimdall.

I'm detecting several Genite scouts
within our combat radius.

Still licking their wounds, no doubt.

And I'm more than happy
to dump a little salt on them.

Andromeda, offensive missiles,
all tubes.

Full load out.

Offensive missiles are approaching
the Genite formation.

Have they seen us yet?

That is uncertain.

The suspense is killing me.

It's not the suspense
that's going to kill us.

The suspense already owes me
a fresh pair of shorts.

The Genites have detected us.
They're firing.

Defensive missiles.
PDLs on standby.

Incoming hail from the Genites.

You clearly didn't
get the message the last time.

I'm afraid you've left us no choice,

but to explain it to you
in excruciating detail

The Genites are still with us,
and more of them are inbound.

You can't have
too many Genites inbound.

Time to slipstream.

Awaiting your order.

Consider yourself ordered.
Let's get the hell out of here.

Dylan had better be right.

There. You see it?

Mm-hm.
A Templar fighter.

You were right.

The Patriarch doubled back
to the Genite research facility.

Why build a new facility

when he can just take one
from the Genites?

That fighter has friends, and they're
all between us and the Patriarch.

Cut power,
let inertia carry us in.

The Andromeda.
Beka came in close.

Right on time.

Yeah, the Templars see her too.

They probably want to know
what she's after.

And now they know.

Okay, Rommie.

Let's bring it.

Contain the Andromeda.

Disable her if you can,
destroy her if you must,

But God forgive you if you're wrong,
because I won't.

It's a little late for sentimentality,
don't you think?

Captain Hunt.

I imagine you've left me
no troops to call?

I had excellent training.

Your ship is outmatched.

If your people
refuse to stand down,

you have ordered them
to their deaths.

Maybe, but sooner or later,

a swarm of very angry Genites
are going to come out of slipstream,

and they're going to kill
whichever one of us is left.

Yeah, but I can't believe
that you would allow this facility

to fall back into the hands
of the Genites.

I wouldn't.

My dying act would be
to blow it to hell,

And so, I think, would be yours.

You've played me to a stalemate.

You said my greatest weakness

was the reluctance
to make sacrifices,

but your great weakness

was assuming that
I wouldn't make them at all.

That would be the Genites now.

Congratulations.
You've killed us both.

Only if this is
a three-way fight,

and the Genites are the greater threat
to either one of us.

Particularly you,

which makes me
your new best friend.

Divert fire
away from the Andromeda.

Concentrate on the Genites.

Computer, initiate
self-destruct protocol.

Ten minutes.

Self destruct program initiated.

I'm very proud of you, Dylan,
for this little victory over me,

but the threat
the Nietzscheans pose is real.

There will come a day when you'll regret
not letting me develop this weapon.

I won't let you leave this place.

If you could capture me alive,

somebody above your pay grade
would just set me free.

I'm very well connected
within the Commonwealth.

On the other hand,

if you were to play
judge, jury, and executioner,

you would render everything you've built
in the last three years meaningless.

Now, if I kill you,

the universe would mourn
the loss of a great man.

You kill me,

and the great man

gets to mourn
the loss of his soul,

and you don't want to do that.

I swear to God,
you don't want to do that.

That's what happened to you.

One compromise too many.

You lost your soul.

I'm not ready

to sacrifice my soul.

Not for you.

So this is how it ends?

No. This is how it begins.

Patriarch, the evac team is here.
We've got eight minutes

until the asteroid
self-destructs.

Hey. I heard what
happened down there.

You took one hell of a chance.

I should have killed him

but I couldn't,

and he should have killed me,

but he couldn't.

I knew he couldn't.

Looking in his eyes, I knew.

Maybe you have
something he wants.

Or maybe he was
telling the truth.

Maybe he really is
Admiral Stark.

I don't think so.
I think the Patriarch is a wraith,

an echo of Stark's anger.

I have a feeling
that we'll hear that echo again.

This time, we fought to a draw.

This time.

Next time,
I will find a way to win.

I'll do what Admiral Stark
trained me to do.

Fight the battles others can't.