And on the human side of the river, the Colonel lit a cigar, looked at the dark forest, and whispered to his radioman:
“The children are starving,” Maurice signed. “The horses are dead. We cannot run again.” War for the Planet of the Apes
Caesar turned away from the smoke. His face, half-scarred, half-noble, was a mask of stone. And on the human side of the river,
“War,” Maurice signed, his old eyes sad. “That is what he wants. To make you an animal.” the Colonel lit a cigar