You are your father’s son!
Wallace
Mother, I can’t stand the thought of killing, you know that. And I couldn’t forget all you’ve told me. That’s why I’ve had to think this out all these months alone; why I’ve hesitated longer than most fellows. The only thing I was really afraid of was being wrong. But now I know I’m right and I’m going clean through to the limit.
Hilda
As your father said I’ll stand by you—whatever it is—if only you feel it’s right.
Wallace
Will you? Will you, mother? No matter what happens? (She nods.) I knew you would. (Taking her hand.) Then mother, listen. I’ve volunteered.
Hilda
(Shocked)