|Title||Stay the Hand|
|Date||July the 5th, 1912|
Transcript: Yeah, there's a war comin' -- you can smell it in the air. Fear. Hatred. People dyin' every day. But how many more will suffer if we rise up? Violence begets violence, I know this. I've seen this. The rational mind argues for a peaceful solution, to find a common ground, but... what common ground is there to find for a father who watches his child bleed out in the street? How do you deny him his vengeance? I know that fire that burns deep inside -- I know it all too well. And when the time comes... will I be able to stay the hand?
Location: On one of the desks in Fink's office.