We go Rome.

Where you headin'?

Where do we ride'? Damascus, sherif.

Your husband and his friends are walking into a trap.

We're moving towards persistent identity.

They're mounting up now down by the butte.

They killed the cashier. They're heading this way.

Well, you're lost. You're headed in the wrong direction.

We're moving towards, you know, a lack of privacy, really.

Our ship and our lads. We're heading straight for them.

We're going straight to the barracks, as tradition demands of us soldiers.

Well, I'm sure you're right...if you're thinking they're headed for the castle.

Or, are we destined to become something different something, perhaps, even better adapted to the environment?

Those who buy the prospectus, are destined for Success, and, those who do not, are doomed to fail.

An estimated 11,500 troops have arrived at the centres and handed in their weapons, and others are proceeding to these sites.

Afraid of the conflict that that would provoke, afraid to get embroiled in arguments that they did not know how to manage, and felt that they were bound to lose.