"O Brother, Where Art Thou?"

This. 

This is why you mustn't go screaming 

and raging into battle. 

The opponent's already broken.

You must go gently.

We thought it was battlecries, 

when all along they were just 

screaming "O Brother, Where Art Thou?"

Those were cries for help.

They didn't need someone 

to rage against them, 

they needed someone to

hold their hand

split their load

tilt their chins back up.

And there we were, 

with axes and spears, 

beating them over the head 

with the guilt that had already broken them.

So this is how they see us.

Certainly, you must fight. 

But you fight for them,

not against them. 

Know the enemy. 

Know that it's not them.

Because they think you are.

Because look what we've done.

No wonder.