"Maybe on small groups of them, but we are going to war, which meas that there will be hundreds, probably thousands, of blacklanders and many friends dying by heir spears, swords and arrows. It will be a massacre for both sides, and we are concerned also about what you have in here" he said and took the hand from her shoulder and touched her haid with two pointed fingers. "Don't doubt the words of a warrior when they are about a battle" he said and smiled, dropping his hand to his side. While they had been speaking, he had inched closer, mostly because it was just uncomfortable to stretch his hand that much
((Oh, shsush about cliches. I'm trying to ignite a romance here))
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan