Are you going to the tree?
It's about time, Lee.
You won't see me there, brother.
Especially not after how you've disappointed Mother.
She's going to mourn you, Lee,
But I'm glad you won't be running Scot free.
There's a revolution, brother.
And I will not allow the flames of Liberty to smother.
There's an endless fire where you're going, Lee.
And in it, you won't be sipping the King's tea.