"Physic and philosophy -- two necessities for a revolt, I'm sure. It seems like there are never enough hands to pull bullets out of men on a battlefield, and words of reason are in even shorter supply. All the words of reason couldn't stop two kings from sending men to die in droves over a strip of Norman coast not big enough to bury them in." Claudius shakes his head, suddenly unsure why he's saying all these things. It's far easier to be bitter about war in the abstract. "My apologies. I'm quite glad your friend was there with you."