"Bella Gerant Alii."
"What does that mean?"
"You should know this."
"Well, I don't. It's not English or Spanish, that's for sure."
Sigh. "It is not. But there are of course similarities."
"But what does it mean?"
"The language is Latin."
"And-?"
"It does not matter."
"Why?"
*silence*
"Would you call me a friend?"
"A friend?"
"A friend. A person whom one knows and with whom has a mutual affection, typically exclusive of family or sexual relation."
"Thanks, Mr Dictionary."
"Well?"
"You're stuck to my back."
"I noticed. And―?"
"Well, aside to being annoying, and trying to kill all my friends, then yes. I consider you a friend."
"Thanks."
Pause.
"Don't."
"Don't what?"
"Do not call me a friend."
"Why not?"
"What the Impulse says has to be true. He is from the future."
"It hasn't happened yet. We can still change it."
"Nothing will change, Jaime. In what I believe is the near future, I will turning you over to the Reach. And when I do, I do not want you to feel betrayed by a friend. It is better if you hate me."
"Scarab!"
"Goodnight, Jaime Reyes. Hate me."
"Khaji Da! You don't have to do this. we can work this out together."
"Bella Gerant Alii. Bella Gerant Alii."
"Stop saying that!"
"Bella Gerant Alii."
"That's not the way I talk, and stop waving, I look like the Queen of England. Great, now I'm Peter Pan."
"I understand. I know this."
"Stop messing me up then!"
"It is not me! It is the Reach!"
"Sure. You're not part of the Reach either."
"No, I am― Ugh! Bella Gerant Alii."
"What does that mean anyway? Bella Geran Alla?"
"Bella Gerant Alii. It means, let others wage war, okay? Hapsburg quote!"
Pause.
"Bella Gerant Alii."
Yeah. Sorry for the crash course history lesson. I found this in Leviathan, and I couldn't resist.