From one of my favourite stories, about the umm 18th century? Quaker, armed with a blunderbuss, confronting a night thief in his house. Following his religion's peaceable dictates, he said, 'Friend, I would not harm thee for the world, but thou art standing where I am about to shoot.'
( Shall still try to keep this as spoiler-free as possible )
( Shall still try to keep this as spoiler-free as possible )
