Why We Fight

The Expanse 6×5

Xan: I feel weird. What happened?
Cara: Well, you got hurt, really hurt, like, uh, killed hurt.

Cara: The dogs fixed you.

Rosenfeld: Iapetus is just one station and an insignificant one at that.
Marco Inaros: One is all it takes to sow doubt.

Chrisjen: Do you truly believe the odds are in our favor?
Admiral Sidiqi: No, ma'am, but...
Chrisjen: If we have to send more people to their death, the least we can do is give them a fucking chance to win.

Chrisjen: Have I gone soft? Was I trying too hard to be good when I should have been ruthless?
Bobbie: You used your best judgment.
Chrisjen: And lost. There is no prize for the best victim.

Bobbie: Fine. Maybe you have gone a bit soft, which might not be so bad in small doses, but now is not the time for self-pity bullshit. It's time to keep your eyes on the enemy and wait for the next time they slip up, because I still think we're the good guys, and I'd rather do a little less soul-searching and a lot more fighting back!
Chrisjen: .... Go do something else.

Monica: I heard you had some interesting times out there, as usual. We should set up an interview.
Holden: Never, ever, ever again.

Holden: I think we need to share it with Inaros.
Chrisjen: Oh, James, you're truly one of a kind.

Amos: I don't know, usually I get what he's trying to do, but this? Sometimes it feels like he's trying to get us killed. Then a couple times, he saved the whole human race, so I guess it balances out.

Bobbie: War is the wrong place for good men.
Amos: Good or bad, it's the same place for everyone.
Bobbie: Firing line. Drop ship. Sitting in a crash couch, wondering if you'll live long enough to unstrap.
Amos: Then what difference does it make if you're good or bad, then?
Bobbie: Well, when you're in the shit, not much. But I mean, I fought for my planet. I fought for money. Was a time I would have said I fought for honor. In the end, the only thing that matters is fighting for who's covering your flank. Doesn't matter if they're saints or assholes. They're your people. They watch your back and you watch theirs, or you've got nothing.

Bobbie: So back to the ship?
Amos: Yeah. Brothel first, though... You want to come with?
Bobbie: With you? Or with you?
Amos: Whatever.

Marco Inaros: They have size. We have numbers. ... We can dictate how the forces will be spread. The stage is set.

Camina: So what is it for me? I can choose to wait for the bounty to go high enough that someone kills me, or I can put a collar on my neck and hand the Inners the leash. This universe has no place for me.
Naomi: I wish there were another way. I tried to find one, but there isn't.
Camina: Then we have to make one.
Naomi: Tell me how. Tell me, and we will help.
Camina: I don't know how.
Naomi: Then all we can do now is to stand by the people that we love. What else is there?
Camina: Fuck you... you self-righteous shit. Fuck you.

Chrisjen: And here I am.

Camina: When the last shot is fired, when Marco is dead, will you remember us? Will you remember the Belters who bled for your victory?
Chrisjen: All I can do is promise that I will.

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