*Zack was silent for a second, which surprised even him* "I admit, I had this coming. It was my mistake for falling for one so... helpless. But worry not, I'm saving the very best for my darling girlfriend..." *He grew quiet again, for a moment. then spoke with great conviction,* "I suppose the army ties in with THE question of the time. How can we survive? How can humanity and furryism survive? Well the answer was always in the grand scheme of things, strength. Some have it, some dont. Those who have it survive. Those who dont, feed the ones who do. I am strong enough to survive. Swordsmenship takes skill. Magic takes skill. Archery takes skill. Survivel takes skill. But any coward can bio-genetically enhance themselves. Anyone can take the pathetic weakling's way out. But that is not true skill. That is why I fight the hunters. They are strong enough to survive, yet they still insist on cheating. Chemicals should not be used for survival. To do so is foul and a coward's way out. I chose to save the unworthy because I could. Because I wanted to. But no longer. I should have left you sniviling, wounded CURS to die in that cave. As nature would have intened. But instead I helped you out of pity. Now you think you can take the shortcut to power, skill, and survival? No. I will show you what true power is like. I will show you what a true warrior does. I will show you how to survive. And then? You will die. You will all die. Why else am I restrained? Because you fear me. Because you cannot face true power and you know it. You know your chemicals and biology will not save you against skill. And for that I pity you still. to take the cowards way out. to sneak. To stab. to inject. to restrain. At least that bull had some decensy. Atleast he had no fear and could survive. You all do not. And for that, I condem you all to death, as nature decrees."
[He has a point, but Zack's mind is beginnig to snap, as you can see]