Caleb
"Really? More bloodshed," I argued, cringing as I recalled some awful memories. "Haven't we all seen enough of that?" I sided with Zac. "In a hostile challenge, then yes, it is unavoidable. But to start over from scratch, I'm not sure that's wise. We could end up mopping up after a m******e, and that's not how we achieve peace. Gentleman, I implore you to see reason," I pleaded to some of the skeptics, who were shaking their heads in disagreement.
My dad was a stickler for the old ways, as were some of the others. His morals were deep-rooted and the evidence was as plain as the frown lines on his forehead.
"The way I see it is, we start as we mean to go on," I reinforced my point. "What they want is a safe place to raise their families, and what prevented us from giving them that
