“I will kill him,” Caesar growled, low in his throat. Not a command. A fact.
“War,” Maurice signed, his old eyes sad. “That is what he wants. To make you an animal.” War for the Planet of the Apes
Caesar did not answer. His mind was no longer a place of strategy or hope. It had become a dark cave, and at the back of that cave sat a single, glowing ember: revenge. “I will kill him,” Caesar growled, low in his throat
The night before, they had found the body of his eldest son, Blue Eyes. He had been sent to scout a northern passage. The humans had not just killed him. They had posed him. Tied to a cross of splintered pine, facing east—toward the rising sun, toward the hope he had been seeking. “I will kill him