This morning God gave us a great victory, but it is nothing compared to what he is ready...

Joan of Arc: This morning God gave us a great victory, but it is nothing compared to what he is ready to give us now. I know you are all tired and hungry, but I swear to you that even if these English were hanging from the clouds by their fingertips we would pull them down before nightfall. Now let all those who love me... follow me! Follow me!

What did He get? Pleasure? Pleasure from watching us killing each other in His name? - In His name? - Yes. In His name. We fought and killed in His name, the King of Heaven! Let all those who love me, follow me! "Let all who love me, follow me!" Where does God get mentioned? Come on, Jeanne. Be honest. You fought for yourself. In your name. No! I was defending myself as best as I could. Everyone... Everyone has the right to defend themselves, don't they? Yes, they do! Yes, they do! Or should I have let myself get killed, is that it? No. You did fine. I'd even say well done. As a matter of fact, most of the ones you killed probably deserved it, don't you think? No! No. I never thought killing each other would bring about any peace. I agree. Peace will only be got from the English at the end of a lance. I don't agree. Why do you keep changing your mind all the time? You. Why... Why... Why are you doing this to me?