(turning sharply) Then build me a bomb.

(trembling but defiant) Then we will be different. We will be smarter. We will use the pen, not the sword.

(Isagani closes the door. He stands stiffly.)

(slams the ruby on the table) Ask? You will ask the friars? The same men who whip your countrymen and call it charity?

(voice rising) That is why we need reforms! The Association of the Students—

(voice barely a whisper) You are no jeweler.

He taught me that force begets only more force.