"Don’t call me Ben. I’m no friend of yours. Last week I gave you one more chance to wash in decency. Me. Ben Reich. I asked for armistice. Begged for peace. Merger. I begged like a screaming woman. My father would spit on me if he were alive. Every fighting Reich would blacken my face with contempt. But I asked for peace, didn’t I? Eh? Didn’t I?" Reich prodded D’Courtney savagely. "Answer me."