More than anything, Caradoc wanted say violence wouldn't be needed. It was what wanted to come from his mouth, the first words that came to mind, but he knew he thought of them because they were what he wanted to hear, not what he knew was the truth. Caradoc had seen, up close and personal, how bloody things had gotten. Inadvertently, this war had caused his own death, and 'undeath', and he had seen a lot of people suffer brutal murders, injuries and reversible trauma fighting for this.
"No." Caradoc finally said a little hoarsely, "It's going to be ugly. Brutal, visicious, bloody and ugly. People are going to die, a lot of people already have. And we will need to kill. I have blood on my own hands... but unlike our enemies, we strive to limit the casualities as much as we can... but in a fight, when fighting for our lives, it will no doubt come to either your life, or your opponents, and you'll take it."