There is such strange synthesis taking place within Hamilton. On the one hand, he is caught breathless; to see Burr angry like this, I'm more the fool than them, though --
"I made you no promises." And yet, Burr is acting as though he did. That Burr depended on those promises, casting himself in a role more wronged than even a woman he claims to believe Hamilton impregnated.
Hamilton has become steel. He is the boy who seized every chance, the urchin who snarled and fought for every new day, hungry for every win. Just you wait. "But I will." His voice rings. He is a different kind of desperate now, and it is flame. "I'll prove myself, and if I cannot return to you with honor and commission both, I won't return at all."
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"I made you no promises." And yet, Burr is acting as though he did. That Burr depended on those promises, casting himself in a role more wronged than even a woman he claims to believe Hamilton impregnated.
Hamilton has become steel. He is the boy who seized every chance, the urchin who snarled and fought for every new day, hungry for every win. Just you wait. "But I will." His voice rings. He is a different kind of desperate now, and it is flame. "I'll prove myself, and if I cannot return to you with honor and commission both, I won't return at all."